The love is gone.
I’ve been selling-
no, giving pieces of myself away.
I’m empty inside but it doesn’t hurt like it used to.
You have to be an empty shell to hurt; I’m not even that.
I’m just gone, baby, just gone.
I’m pulling my hair out, looking for a solution when prompted,
pretending that I’ve been bending over backwards when I’m just barely poking
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