This Time, Maybe.

I feel so empty, a lot of the time.
I stare into space every day with increasing veracity and I worry about myself in a detached sort of way.
My inner world seems a bit crumbled and broken, like stale bread.
Every once in a while, something "good" happens, and breaks up the tediousness, but mainly it's a vortex of darkness.

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