There's a strange emptiness
where nothing should be
that refuses to go away
so why should I stay?
How can nothing feel so heavy?
I don't think I'll ever understand the mosaic that is me, but I have all my life to do it. And even if I can't, I want to live well. It may not be real, it may not even exist... But its as real as it can get
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