I am incomplete
(and I am) nothing whole
yet everything I am

(everything I am)
and love
broken up
a world built of nothing and
with so much hate
I am

(bleeding I am bleeding)
souless rejoicing
deep despairing
with pen and ink and torn paper
and blood
nothing complete
complete emptiness
(everything blank)
devoting little
I am devoted to nothing
everything surfaces
with blood

and I am apart

The End

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