These are the days I wake up empty
walk the streets aimlessly without purpose
oblivious through the the hollowness I feel
I exist for no other reason of just being
My steps are forgettable
my words unremarkable
in this sense I am the walking ghost
I am there and not there
In time this feeling will fade to a point
yet at each time I get a little bit closer to it
what it is I don't know
so when I am back you will see me if you care
wearing another one of my fabricated masks of being
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