Emptiness. Utterly numb, lacking the ganas for anything...
Nothing. There really is nothing.
Tears are inevitable, not from sadness but from nothing.
Happiness is a chore.
Utterly numb.
Sometimes inevitable, that happiness is a chore.
I don't care, lacking the ganas for anything...
And then ther is more nothing. More numb.
Sad numb. Happines is a chore.
More nothing.That's about all the time I can afford feeling sorry for myself. Better get up and do some work...
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