It is lonely here
hollow, cold
I find myself trying to fill this void with meaningless things
white noise it all seems like ,in the face what is needed
I find my soul full of nothingness
and it claims to be abundant in those things unseened
but it lies
as the rest of me does
no more no less than what I have learned
I am not saddness by it
mildly depressed
but this soul in all its emptiness can not undserstand what I want
What I need as a whole
so I left it
It is now I suppose lonelier than before
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