Painting anxiety

Theses sleepless nights
They pierce the night
The vision o’so empty
I can feel the entity
( Lurking... looking for empathy But how we feel so empty )
Both linked yet separated
The links are created
We where both created yet we both are hated
This feeling created for feeding
On the week it prays
Lessing then astray
Together they may stand but divided they will end
Please god please let there be help ...

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