This Feeling

This isn’t sorrow. This is something else. This dull, all-consuming ache, this despondency, this desolation. The complete emptiness, balanced by the full weight of some kind of death. Where there should be something, there is only the empty weight of this isolating desolation.

Author Notes: Feeling sad, so I wrote a little thing. I have a few more things like this that I've been considering putting up on here, so that might happen one day.

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