Heavy Stuff.

8:18 PM

I'm feeling weird. I found a poem in my drawer.

Before The One

There is a piece missing from my soul
And I don't know what it is.
The trust and faith that I once had,
Were eroded by my tears.
I am all that's left;
The zero that comes before one.
I am all that's left;
Too much happened before anything begun

(Without a hand to hold,
I'm forced not to show.
How every zero needs a hero)

Whoa, dude. That's heavy.

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