has anyone in the world ever felt as empty as i do? 

like im just a bag of skin and insulation foam and my heart sits in the middle of it all like a radiator

it could boil inside me and explode across the walls, bubbling like gummy burnt sugar, and i wouldnt feel a thing 

but the ache i always do 

this life is worth living, i know because even the ache is worth it 

but what to do with it? 

watch movies, i guess. 

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