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There was this hollowness
An emptiness.
Fears source
Lack of substance.
No real weight
yet still somehow dense.
Perhaps a deficit of purpose
Helpless Alone
It felt cold.
Heart so bloody heavy.
Stomach void.
Confusing really…
Suspended
supposed to fall but
somehow afloat.
Perhaps the inevitability of the fall
Looming and beckoning.
Today or tomorrow. Does it even matter?
Who’s in control?
Anxiously ponders.
Dreary and regretful
The stillness. Daunting.
To nowhere… a race wild.
Lost in circles
Useless
Aimless
Pointless…?

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