thenoobwriter Jose silva

Nothing matters when there is nothing inside


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The way of my soul

This unbearable pain tears my chest apart. My soul seeks comfort in the ruthless ways of love, but to my dismal the only thing I find is solitude, contempt, more pain and the sensation of numbness that does not go away no matter how hard I try to shake it away. My very core has withered, leaving just a drought feeling that cracks my soul until there is nothing left but dust.

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Jose silva whoever reads this and reads my work i would like to ask you if u could tell me what you think about my stories and if you could leave some feedback to improve. That would make me really happy. Ty for taking the time to read this and my stories :)

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