Everything I say
Everything I touch
Everything I feel
is empty
Why does my mind exist?
For what does my mind exist?
Even if I say something,
it is only trash
Even if I touch something,
it is only coldness
Even if I feel something,
it is only phantom
I live, only to say words
that nobody hears
I live, only to touch love
that is always fake
I live, only to feel empty heart
that nobody sees
Everything I say
Everything I touch
Everything I feel
is empty
Everything I have is invisible and empty
I have worthless things to everyone
But thanks to them,
I manage to breathe
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