from the bottom of my empty heart

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He Is

the boy whose heart was stolen by another, one who gave in to the dark.


he is lesser.

lesser than what he was before.

giving in to the lightness,

but appeasing to the dark as well.

he wades through his thoughts,

heavy

lidded

unspoken.

no words, no envy.

silence.

he knows he wants to,

but oh no he can’t

he longs to fall through his doubt and reach the light shining at the other side,

the grip of his savior holding him back, taking his hands.

no longer bare, but sparked with hope.

no longer empty, but ridden with the ability to cope.

but he cannot.

his strife,

his joy,

his grief,

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴.

he was overtaken,

𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

and all his hands felt

were tears,

unbound.

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