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I'm reminded
how hollow
this pursuit is.

Meaningless sex
leaves a hole
in my heart.

Vacant stares
filled with lust
never satisfy.

I feel so empty,
turned inside out,
bared like a wound.

Am I just the
sum of my parts,
a soulless body?

My heart aches
for more- it's
a gnawing pain.

It claws at me
as my desire
devours me.