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a feeling of vacancy in a sea of people
departed from all existence in the midst of all of existence
words spoken clearly but silent to ones around me
soundless deafening screams that no one can hear
raising a voice just brings more exhaustion
yet living blind and mute is defeating
restitution in the sound of your voice
but that voice has also gone mute
dying to speak up
but living to just stay hidden
an all to consuming paradox
that just causes a sore dry throat.
leaving the protagonist in empty hands
an over growing desperation to "endow"
yet the lack for some one to "obtain"
depleted yet still asking for more
stumbling. staggering.straining.
to have meaning.
dragging on each day undergoing and self perceived as:
a walking and breathing cadaver lacking value
maybe this problem is just dilated
searching. seeking. for any new ways to evade.... you.
always going back. full of passion.
an overflowing cup of gratitude but no one to share it with.
rivers of emotions have ran dry but phenomenally keep flowing
story's short kept with no endings or audiences
no catch lines no phrases. leaves one diligently running back to the crime.
living with no meaning. living with oneself and lust in a poor dry environment.

you were my meaning.
you were my audience.
You were my passion.

You are my crime.
You are my problem.
You are my solution
You are my Li (e) fe

so what will the future bring fourth?