Nothing

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Nothing, it hurts more than anything it's the fact that it's not there is what hurts the most. No love, no hate, no joy, no sadness, it's just a void of picth black darkness with no emotion, just the emptiness that surrounds you. One day, I will trun this nothing into something. The darkness will fade away as the sun rises to show us the way we will cry for joy, and our nothing will be something for the world to see. we will make it through. We need to open our minds to let them fly high in the clouds to take back what was yours. Nothing can stop us. Just open your eyes.

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