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Somehow I find myself, lost along the way. My search for love in life, ~Brian Hill~
has led that life astray.
I don't see how I can,
go on living with the lie.
I kneel before the man,
and wish I would die.
How can you understand what everyone has said?
The words make no sense to me, thoughts go through my head.
The emptiness becomes me.
No way to escape.
Quite the opposite holds true.
I feel my home take shape.
Empty spaces
Empty heart
Empty feelinds
Empty start,
and when you think you've got it beat,
empty thoughts will retreat,
regroup,
reform,
and then reborn---as nothing.
