Sometimes, when I'm alone at night, I feel a deep emptiness. This is important. Because this emptiness is what I am. It isn't that it is absent when others are around. It's more that I am able to ignore it's presence (or lack of presence) when I crowd my mind with all sorts of foolishness. But at night, in my room, with tears streaming down my cheaks I know the truth.
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