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An empty feeling is something undescribable, yet everyone knows it's foul odor. We breathe it in at all times, but usually something else overpowers it. Something beautiful, something intrinsic, something grotesque, something serene, and even something hateful. Just so long as it's more than nothing, it's overpowering.
And when nothing is left to overpower it, the emptiness consumes you. However possible that is, being consumed by nothingness. The pit of your stomach convulses, it dances to the beat of your heart, letting misery lead it around in a twisting ballet that only results in the knot that overwhelms you.
It's nearly impossible to overcome; the pain in your chest, the lump in your throat, the tear in your heart. But something tells you that in the end, everything you suffered for will come back to you. Something tells you that it always has and always will, the only thing you need to worry about is making it through the morning, day, and then night.
Cause there's only one possible remedy for heartbreak. That being something created by man, not anything given to us by a higher being but something out of the mind of a simple human being. Something so insidious that it creeps by when you want it to move, and speeds up when you want it to turtle around.
And when nothing is left to overpower it, the emptiness consumes you. However possible that is, being consumed by nothingness. The pit of your stomach convulses, it dances to the beat of your heart, letting misery lead it around in a twisting ballet that only results in the knot that overwhelms you.
It's nearly impossible to overcome; the pain in your chest, the lump in your throat, the tear in your heart. But something tells you that in the end, everything you suffered for will come back to you. Something tells you that it always has and always will, the only thing you need to worry about is making it through the morning, day, and then night.
Cause there's only one possible remedy for heartbreak. That being something created by man, not anything given to us by a higher being but something out of the mind of a simple human being. Something so insidious that it creeps by when you want it to move, and speeds up when you want it to turtle around.