nothing
I can honestly say I felt nothing.
No feelings towards men whom I could've had, and all of them for men I couldn't.
I felt nothing towards friends, nothing for acquaintances, and nothing for strangers.
I looked for emotions in bottles and cans, in pipes and blunts...
But the answer was always the same.
Nothing was infinite, nothing was endless
Destined to feel nothing, betrothed to the idea of alone.
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