Heavy Stuff.
8:18 PMI'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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