empty eyes.

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What do you think would happen if i kept standing on the road?
Would i lay there?
Would stay there?
Eventually they'll take me to be buried in the ground.
I would lay there,
I would stay there.
Don't you think it's cruel to kill when i died
Already,
On the inside
There's nowhere,
No up or down to go from here.
There is no right,
But there's nothing left
In me.
An empty mind
An empty heart
And empty eyes.

What do you think would happen if i jumped down from the roof?

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