A Book Without Pages. A Song Without Sound. A Cut Without Blood.

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A Book Without Pages. A Song Without Sound. A Cut Without Blood.

- Empty.

There's no comfort in any words, any blood or any pieces of writing. I think it's coming.... I think I'm just about done. Soon. But when. How often will I change my mind?

But why... Or even how? It's not right but God I need it. You don't think it's right but you still need me.

There isn't anything. Anywhere. It's numb but it hurts. It's wrong but it's right. I'm dead but I'm still alive.