Nothing
A dull mind, so empty;
a blank page to write.
A threatening grumble,
but a bark without bite.
So hallow, so shallow,
a gust of hot air.
No smile, no sparkle;
a blank, vacant stare.
A laugh, fake and shrill,
a made-up façade.
So lush and high-class,
so Avant-Garde.
No substance, no soul,
just a beautiful face.
You’re no one and nothing
- such a waste of space.
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