Degraded mind
Degraded soul
Devoid of emotions
Hollow to the core
The regret
Of having a heart
Mourned for
Long ago
Pretty you
Pretty me
Unallowed
Un-pretty
Convexes here
Concaves there
Black is pretty
Only for hair
Love isn’t beautiful
Love isn’t true
No one loves another
As He loves you
Love is wilted
Love is dead
It’s what you get
In the back of a car
Knock me
I might make a sound
Now that I‘m hollow
All around
Hollow mind
Hollow soul
Hollow heart
To the core.
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