Void.

The emptiness seems to seep through more and more. The feeling inside is as usual... undescribable. Not undescribable good. But undescribable bad.

I toss and turn every night and when I've suffocated my mind with that much useless thought, I will fall asleep, exhausted. Every night. And it's killing me so. Deep down.

To see it in a state such as this, it saddens me. It upsets me. Very much. Why didn't you? Why didn't you? When will I ever learn? When will I ever learn?

So I think it's a good thing. That I'm keeping my mind occupied. I should. Then why do I still feel the void in there?



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