Empty
In the darkness of all, there is always light. But in the emptiness of all... is there something, though? It's all empty, and dark inside. Not a light, not anything to be seen. Wonder why that is. What happened? Why is it so empty? Why is it so dark? Will there someday be something there- a warm light to keep it all lively? Hope there is. Or else, it will always be empty.
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