2016: The shell I've become

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I wake up and see that there's nothing left of me

Falling apart with a broken heart I try to breathe

But I see no reason to carry on I'm dead inside 

I can't move on left as an empty shell

Living through a new type of hell

I hate who I've become the emptiness inside

Always trying to run and hide

Can anyone save me? Is the even a me left to save?

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