Crying for the Times

Crying for those times,
Lost in every place,
Lost in whatever I know.

My mind,
Hurting,
Trying to reverse,
My regret.

As my mind wraps itself,
Trying to help,
Trying to be.

But it all feels empty,
I cannot tell if it’s
Intentional or not.
To save the pain.
My mind empties all feeling,
But at the same time, keeps it all close.

My heart aches,
The heart,
Trying, trying.

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