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This was an entry in my journal. Sometimes, I turn my feelings into poetry, Enjoy...

Today, I write to you with an empty mind.

I am searching for something, something I cant find. 

It's almost a hobby of mine, looking for something but not knowing how, or why?

I feel it close by, but I'm blinded by it. 

There are days when it's so heavy it weighs down my neck into an abyss, 

This void i cannot miss

If I were to cry out there'd be no reply

Since only I have the power to control my mind.

-xx

P.s- I wish You, Me, and Everyone has an outstanding December, its the last month of 2014!! Yay!