EverythingMature

I am everything and I am nothing.
I am whole and yet incomplete.

Built up, and broken down.
I am everything and I am nothing,
a world of love, with so much hate.

Despairing, rejoicing, devoting,

devoted to little.

I am everything and nothing.

Nothing, complete with emptiness,

nothing complete with blank surfaces.

Paper and pen, ink and blood.

Bleeding deep inside, bleeding soulless blood.

Torn apart,
I am everything and I am nothing.

The End

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