It just feels empty.
Or maybe filled with static.
A feeling that feels insanely over-dramatic.
It’s a feeling of loss.
A feeling of pain.
There’s no clue as to what’s missing,
But it’s driving me insane.
Ever second, every minute, I just grow tired.
This feeling leaves me feeling like something less desired.
I look around and see that there is plenty.
But nothing that fits in the void that stays empty.

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