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It’s so empty; the feeling in my heart is cold,

Something that’s unexplainable, I don’t fit the mold.

It’s an absence of something that was never there,

So I am missing nothing, and I still feel scared.

Everything is dark now, like the night was always here,

And friends are lost, like the battle with the spear.

And light is apparent, though not allegedly opaque,

The window is sugar-glazed with an unknown fake.

The Mona Lisa’s smile isn’t sitting right,

The swirls are not Van Gogh’s Starry Night,

Andy Warhol’s body is rotting in the hall,

You just pushed me off the balcony and now I’m going to fall.