it permeates my soul, and more
time flies, as i implore, plead an end
but when, when did it begin?
and every minute the searing scar deepens
a grip that binds my breath in its meditation
this nothingness within, and everything without
barely exists in its wake, days become one.
i embraced, found peace in
being enslaved, for i fear freedom from it
for it keeps my stride company
that void, now my only friend.
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