I dug inside
Trying to feel something
But in the end
I just felt empty
And my emotions
Don't run on a calendar
They come randomly and violently
To me
So I'm sorry today you're not thirty
I'm sorry you never will be
But I'm hollow from sorrow
With nothing to give
And too tired to look over the edge
Into the pit of my grief
To try to find pieces of you
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