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I think emptiness is a dis-ease. It grows and grows, and sometimes it stops. Life gets in the way and numbs the pain you feel and quiets the thoughts you think. Then life stops to remind you how empty you still are underneath all the “activities” you do each day to be, feel, or act what you are not: empty.
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