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A Void Of One's Own

Ama Bangura

25 Oct 2025 — 1 min read

I hide away from you like a shadow that thrives on its own.
I watched you spiraled into a void with no return —
Still, I beg time to free me from this misery.

Who are you, I wonder —
What has become of you?

Your eyes no longer glisten with the dreams you once held.
Now every glance I steal
Is a reminder of the person I once knew.

You are an abyss,
Echoing the memories of my soul.

This you have become.

This,
I must be.

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