I am a shell of what I once was.
I am an image crafted in the likeness of emptiness.
I am a picture of penury.
I am an eye bulging with unease.
I am broiled in thoughtlessness.
I am an abandoned spring.
I am a wisp no longer than an inch.
I am the poison that throbs in purple veins.
I am the house fly in a dead eye.
I am an undertaker to an eternity of unceasing longing.
I am lost to self.
I am a skeleton in an empty grave
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