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Nothing

 

Nothing to him,

nothing at all

mere amusement

on their lifeless form.

 

But what did it matter?

Reduced to a shell,

barely present at all

there was no truth to tell

 

He took over and over

and over again

until all was used up

and nothing was left.

 

Knowing their worth

why would they fight?

They simply gave in

before it even began.

 

You see, “nothing” is apt

they were nothing to him

nothing felt, nothing left.

In nothing they belong.

 

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