Happiness is a word
that has no meaning
in my empty soul.
I enter the dark alleys
of my emotions hoping
to grasp a ray of light
that will pull me
out of depression.
My search intensifies
as the demons devour my soul.
Will I ever find myself again?
April 9, 1992
that has no meaning
in my empty soul.
I enter the dark alleys
of my emotions hoping
to grasp a ray of light
that will pull me
out of depression.
My search intensifies
as the demons devour my soul.
Will I ever find myself again?
April 9, 1992

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