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Familiar feelings flood my head, poisoning it yet again.
Why am I so prone to letting myself be filled with utter nonsense?
I don't want to give in; but the emptiness is waiting, craving me.
The emptiness is a demon, my captor, and I am the victim.
Or am I?
Helpless? Or completely hopeless?
I have to wonder if thats rhetorical.
Welcome back, it seems I've missed you.
Why am I so prone to letting myself be filled with utter nonsense?
I don't want to give in; but the emptiness is waiting, craving me.
The emptiness is a demon, my captor, and I am the victim.
Or am I?
Helpless? Or completely hopeless?
I have to wonder if thats rhetorical.
Welcome back, it seems I've missed you.