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Empty There is a hole inside of me, waiting to envelop me, bringing me into the peace that is nothing. The peace that is empty. This hole grows, it grows as I age, yet I do not stop its growth. Why? Shouldn't I be scared? Shouldn't I be afraid? Of nothing? Of emptiness? Why? I am not...- Under The Stars
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