The Void
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The emptinessIt grows with each passing dayI must be out of orderNo utility can be found outside the work I performLove goes out, but isnβt replenishedWhy is it this way?Numb and cold like the ice that built the wallThe void swallows without discretionI struggle against it, but the resistance seems mootWho will rescue me from the void?