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I feel empty
For all the things that are here no more
For all the things i wish that were
For all that is,
For all that isn't.
For my unreasonable actions and my even more unreasonable omissions.
For my daily struggles and for the fights i choose not to fight.
For my tired emotions and for my insistent wishes
For everything that seems wrong,
Unfitting.
On reality, on possibility, on happiness.
For all that is,
That isn't what i want.