Sometimes I cannot help but feel like an empty, floating vessel
with nothing to anchor me down.
Everyday feels like a constant routine of
going through the motions.
;
It's like being in despair
absent from everything else
helpless in this dismal emptiness
despite
trying to fix the broken
it's only but severed
I wish there's a way out of it.
I hope for myself to stop
being ruptured at the state of
desolation.
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