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the familiar emptyness wells up inside me
all emotion has drained through 
the hole in my heart
and it has been refilled with
nothing
spilling over with
nothing
drowning me in
nothing

i escape to my mirror
she tells me the truth
i see my faults
with the silver tweezers I pull them away
if i bleed enough
i will draw the nothingness out
and my face
the only testimony
of my emptyness