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September 26, 2014

Hollow, empty, cold

Heavy, tired, old

Just a start

Of this broken heart

No rhyme, no reason

No time and no pleasin'

Try only to just get let down

Walk around, without even a sound

Shattered, tattered, and torn

Older, colder, and worn

What I wouldn't give to-

you know, I don't even have a clue

I've lost myself so far

I'd rather jump into the car

Go to wherever it takes me

And only hope that there I can be happy