The Void

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It’s a strange feeling 

I am carrying today 
A vacuum that had filled 
A few months ago...

Seems like a void today 
Someone left 
Something went dead...
 
We allow situations to overcome us
We allow them to be us
We allow them to move us
We allow them to binge on us...

When the binging stops
We allow ourselves 
Stabs and pain
All of the above 
In vain...

~Rubaroo

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