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Santhi Naikar

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Santhi Naikar

Abstract Fantasy Others

Sleeping Over It

Sleeping Over It

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Sitting here with a hollowed heart,

Just an empty shell with nothing inside,

Doesn't know if it wants to be filled

or stay empty.

Don't know why I can't feel the happiness or sadness,

Not even anxiety just numbness.

Why am I here? 

I ask every day but

fall asleep before I could answer.


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