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your hands tediously twist and pull the rubix cube not to impress others with your speed of completion but for your own satisfaction it will sit on your side table for years the mountain you will never climb before your older brother gave it to you he rearranged the stickers an impossible puzzle his prank forgotten by him amongst hundreds of others your arms scrub painstakingly to wash away the dark stain on your kitchen floor which never fails to catch your gaze it has become your routine to spend an hour every Sunday cleaning the persistent spot curse it's existence imagine life without it even though it has become a safety net for you the only thing you can count on being there for you when you arrive home still, your efforts never cease you will never discover it was a fault of the painters a careless flaw ignored as they completed the top coat it does not matter how much I try to heal this loneliness or how many different ways I try to fill my emptiness- it is a bottomless hole swallows everything thrown in the hunger is never satisfied I do not think it will ever be full do not think I am able to feel whole but that doesn't stop me from trying
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
WHATEVER HELPS YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT
your hands tediously twist and pull the rubix cube not to impress others with your speed of completion but for your own satisfaction it will sit on your side table for years the mountain you will never climb before your older brother gave it to you he rearranged the stickers an impossible puzzle his prank forgotten by him amongst hundreds of others your arms scrub painstakingly to wash away the dark stain on your kitchen floor which never fails to catch your gaze it has become your routine to spend an hour every Sunday cleaning the persistent spot curse it's existence imagine life without it even though it has become a safety net for you the only thing you can count on being there for you when you arrive home still, your efforts never cease you will never discover it was a fault of the painters a careless flaw ignored as they completed the top coat it does not matter how much I try to heal this loneliness or how many different ways I try to fill my emptiness- it is a bottomless hole swallows everything thrown in the hunger is never satisfied I do not think it will ever be full do not think I am able to feel whole but that doesn't stop me from trying
#depression#lonely#sadness#empty#loneliness#emptiness
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beckybabe
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:27 AM UTC
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