What is this feeling?
What is this feeling?
It's empty, hollow, but it's weight is crushing me.
It's infinite, theres no end nor any start.
It's not hot nor cold. Neither sweet nor bitter.
It just is.
It feels as if it's been a part of me forever, the moment I was born.
I no longer know if I can even live without it, for it is everything I feel, I am.
I turn to tell someone about this feeling,
I then relise, That no one is here.
I finally understand.
What I feel, what I am, is exactly what I lack.
What is this feeling?
Lonliness.
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