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Sitting still,

Watching the sky grow darker,

Until it becomes a blank canvas.

My mind embraces its emptiness.

Here I lie, void of something.



Of what I lack is what I miss.

But I'm not sure if it exists.

I don't know what I'm looking for,

But I've got to escape this void.

Not sure what I'm escaping from,

Or why its making me so paranoid.



Lying still,

feeling my life grow shorter.

Bludgeoned within uncertainty.

Unsure of whats happening outside,

Or what it means to me.