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Why am I so empty inside?
Where does my solace reside?
My head always taking,
hollow, hollow, I must subside.

My tears within are choking,
my heart - breaking, breaking, soaking.
If I could sleep now I would,
but I'm too busy dying,
ah... I'm too busy dying.
-Samuel Richard Leonard

Samuel Richard Leonard

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: broken,death,heartbreak,sad

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 24 August 2017

My head always taking, hollow, hollow, I must subside. My tears within are choking, my heart - breaking, breaking, soaking. If I could sleep now I would, but I'm too busy dying, A great poem expressing the tense moment so beautifully. 10 for it. Subhas

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