A Spark
I’ve always had a spark in me, something that lights up and shoves out the darkness. For a long time, however, I haven’t felt that spark. It’s like there’s nothing in me, nothing good. I’m sick of feeling this way, and I’m getting sick of writing about it. I just want it over, this empty feeling, but I can’t find a way to make it over. I’m tired of killing time, and going nowhere.
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