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How do I feel? I don't know. I feel many things and nothing at all. With a hollow heart, I say, "What has become of me?" In cries and whispers, all the same, the eerie night is all but aslow. A book of poetry, in heart and mind, its words are of thought and flesh, pain and sorrow. A fleeting feeling left inside to rot and decay. I hope this book helps with how you feel deep inside. For I wish that you do not relate, or if that you do, I will transcribe your sorrows and paint them across these pages. My sweet loves, my heart is open to you, and I wish you all the most everlasting joy you deserve. Stay safe.