There are certain types of emptiness… 
Some can be filled by anything that causes momentary happiness. 
Some are soothed by the mere presence of those you care about. 
And then there are others… where you build up a deficit of something desperately needed. 
Affection. Interest. Desire.
Those particular voids are much trickier. 
They tend to only get worse, the slightest provocation causing a landslide, making that sinkhole in your psyche larger and larger. 
Wider and wider. 
Deeper and deeper.
Darker and darker.
Until one day, you cannot imagine feeling, whatever it was that you started out lacking, ever again.  
Like a black hole, silently but brutally, destroying you from the inside out.

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