a red hole in my chest,
gushing blood but its just flesh,
what is this body that im in,
my temple or my prison made of skin,
something more,
is what im looking for,
i feel hollow,
like the feeling of feeling nuthing,
like i am u and you are me,
and u and i are everything,
is ther somthing wrong with me,
that makes me hate every thing,
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