There is an inexplicable feeling in my stomach
An emptiness that cannot be filled
And though I try with all my might to find
Something, anything that can fill the pit
Nothing fits
And so the hole in my stomach remains
A bottomless void
A long gaping ravine
And so the hole in my stomach remains
A putrid stain on my life
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Late Night Overthinking
PoetryA collective of poems I've written, generally late at night, to help organize my thoughts and just generally cope with things in life.
