Snickerless
Saddness? No,
not even saddness.
Nothing. Absolute emptiness.
An attempt to feel when you can't
feel anything at all.
But somehow it still
hurts
because of course it does.
It will always find a way
to hurt.
Even when nothing else can be felt.
Even when you aren't yourself.
If I only had a Snickers.
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