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A hollow abyss of nothingness,
a hell without a Satan.
Empty, numb and non-existent;
is this what I have become?
A shell, a body, an object,
my spirit has vacated;
My soul in Quarantine.
Loneliness is consuming/eating the vitality I
once possessed in abundance.
How long is one able to survive without Love, or Passion?
Mice and monkeys only live for 7 days when abandoned;
humans ‘live’ a little longer!
Is it just me, or have others felt this way?
Words have their limit; no words could describe this utter desolation.
Each day I feel myself drifting closer to oblivion;
spinning in black space, farther and farther away.
I have cried oceans, now I am unable to shed a tear,
my limbic system is dead.
This woman, this girl, stupefied, drugged on isolation,
yearning for connection.
I don’t know you anymore, yet I know you are there, somewhere.
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