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No matter how hard i try.

No matter how hard i force myself.

Deep inside me.

Remains an emptiness.

So empty.

I don't know how to describe it.

An addiction i have.

But it serves only as a temporary measure.

To fill in the emptiness.

Until it becomes empty again.

It sometimes drives me.

Into a corner.

Where i contemplate.

Which is the less painful of the two.

The bullet.

Or the knife.