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The attractive and all the while hateful confusion of the condition of ones feeling lost...

Blank page

Nothing to say

Nothing to write

Page is white

Nothing to feel

Nothing to think

An empty canvas

With no ink

No words come out

No thoughts inside

There's nothing there

Emptiness thrives

No gasp for air

No need to breathe

Nothing consumes

My mind's asleep

Or is it numb?

Have I forgot

The pain the fear

Nothing's I've got

And yet I've got all

Still nothing I hold

I've won it all

And lost them all...

So hear I am 

Living the lie

Nothing to hide

Cause nothing's inside

And what that does matter

Still lies afar

I'll burn down my thoughts

And hope it may come

I dream of the day

In silence my prayer

That it may all end

The new start's long bearer

But not for the new

Nor for the past

The old one's new truth

Long may it last

So here I am typing

With nothing to write

My thoughts come out empty

Just maybe cause I...