I've got nothing today, except this sad sketch. I've mostly been trying to picture the Liar in my head and try to put it on paper, but I just can't. Not now.Eyes grow numb with the hurt;
Listlessly, I stare at what was my all.
My heart, this slab of meat within my chest,
Is as hollow as my hope.
Desperate, I cry unto the sky,
"Why can't tears fall from these sockets?
Am I really so numb - so robotic -
To not feel at all?"
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