I should've known, how sweet to own
The fruit of idleness, will lead to a fall
For empty tomes, writ in my home
Days in alone, will ache for a soul

I should've known, when it has grown
The point of illness, the need to wall
For empty tomes, writ in my home
Where I disown, mirth to woe

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something i wrote a while back.. I kinda started feeling this way again.. being empty and alone

it'll pass..

I was also affected by Poe a lil' bit.. been reading his poetry..
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