Life seems to be very hollow nowadays. Yet I'm not sure what can be done about it.
Or if I want to do something about it.
Watching time passing me by, I lament at how inertia has cast its spell on me.
What am I afraid of such that I've been hiding in this vacuum for the longest time?
What is it in that corner that I refuse to acknowledge its existence?
Something just seems so conveniently forgotten.
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