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When your days become empty

of the pain that once filled them

You will have empty days

Where all the ache

Of pain has been

When your days become empty

Of the tragedies that gutted them

You will have empty days

Surrounded by your own guts

Putting them back in

When your days become empty

Of the longing that stretched them

Painful, burning longings of times yet to come

Longing like fire longs for wood

To become heat

It's the longing that kills you

That draws breath into your lungs

Between every blow

That refuses to give up

When you're beaten into the floor

That ignites like fire

When you imagine a world where you will yet go

Where this pain cannot follow

Where you are free

When your days become empty

You will stare

at all the hours in a day as they march by

And have them for yourself

To be empty, to be gutted, to be broken inside

To feel betrayed by fate

And for the first time realize

How much hatred violence takes