E m p t y
I came home and what did I see?
An empty (messy) house.
I looked outside my window and what did I see?
An empty road.
Just like myself.
There ’s someone next door who is watching TV. I can hear it.
There’s a traffic on the other road intersecting with the road.
Yet.
The house is still empty.
The road is still empty.
And so am I.
Why do I feel so… empty?
Maybe because you’re missing…
But who are you?
WHAT are you?
Cruelly robbing my cheerfulness and my spirit…
Why?
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