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My Hollow
My hollow is full of these things
The gods of midnight thought
Distracted by the worst I can be
Perpetual descent is my mind
My thoughts are illegible
Scratched on the surface
And in brokenness, held tight
I carry them like water from a well
I try to avoid loss, but it finds me
In the simplest of ways
I can feel loss as the whispers
Of victory pass me by
Loss is the gravity of my hollow
It pulls my heart into its vacuum
Violently my light is pulled away
Yet I have more to shine
My hollow denies me peace
It offers me only war
Yet my hollow is only full of these things
And it can know defeat
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