Staring At The Piece Of White Paper...
Pondering On Nothing...
With A Pen In My Hand...
Cigarette In My Mouth...
Feeling The Void...
In The Darkest Shade Of Grey...
Things Are Going As Planned...
But Something Is Still Amissed...
The Scar That She Left In Me...
Is Still As Fresh As The Roses...
Have To Let Go...
Start Filling The Void...
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