Emptiness,
Abyss.
Nothing left,
Only fear of death.
She begs nonverbally,
To be understood...
She sits so lonely,
Longing,
Staring out into that emptiness,
That abyss,
Her eyes whisper,
"will you too reject me?
Will you live...
To regret me?"
All she is,
Is natural to you and to me,
The end of all,
And yet we flee...
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