Back and forth, down then up only to go so far down again.
Push and push and push and pull and pull.
Confusion and anger and remorse.
Around, around, around again.
No sense of security
Only emptiness to fall back onto.
Always falling, falling, falling
Onto nothing, into nothing, with nothing.
Patterns that do not break
Pain that never ceases
Meaning that can never seem to be found
Voids filled with more empty substances
Dead space. Empty space.
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