void
empty of purpose
white void
invisible organs
pit of the stomach punch
frusterations, answers questioned
cold skin
warm, fresh breath
what am i even doing
bad habits
smoke stained jacket
late nights
early mornings
breakfast with a question
side of doubt
eat it up
its normal
doesn't mean it
will taste well
wow, i wrote angry poetry in decemeber... dang
oh well, it was how i was feeling
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