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Devoid of thought
Devoid of feeling
Empty words
bring Empty healing

Now I'm nothing
Now I'm free
Break me down
'til you can't see

I push you up
You pull me back
Round and round
Thrown off the track

And if I die
before I wake
Don't pity me
for pity's sake

But until then
I struggle still
these scars to smooth
this hole to fill.