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There's a hole

you left in me,

it's cavernous and

empty.

It's cold and

so dark,

pitch black and

my haunted wails

of abandonment fill it.

My soul flies

to the ends of the earth,

searching for a 

real father to fill up

the abyss 

that gapes at me

as I try to fall asleep

at night.

But I can't

because

it leers at me,

taunting me

for my lack of satisfaction.