Tremendous void, where nothing can be born. And nothing can be found.
We never meet, we never die.
We suffocate in vacuum surrounding galaxies.
Hearts won't collide. In loneliness we bleed, in mirrors search for smiles.
Into abyss I fall, my voice is low. I will survive. Again.
The emptiness of never-ending chase.
ASHA
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