There was something that she felt,
And she couldn't quite tell-
What the feeling was...
Only just because,
She did not know her heart;
From the very start.
Each failed attempt,
Ended in contempt.
When everything is left in pieces,
Is it worth it to pick them up-
Or to try to put them back in place-
Since what's done cannot be erased?
She didn't see the point in trying,
When optimism would end in lying,
To fill the empty void...
The emptiness we try to avoid.
There is no future.
There is no past.
Only a present that will not last.
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