but maybe it simply is that...
nothing.
nothing to gain. nothing to show. nothing to have. nothing to hold.
the nothing that keeps me awake at night.
the nothing that is hidden in darkness,
and the nothing that is slept away in daylight.
breathing that hurts with every breath in because it's the nothing inside that's let out.
the nothing inside.
all that remains from what was given up.
the nothing that was meant to be.
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