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I am haunted by a void. 
A blank in my soul I can never fill. 
It really seems that something is missing 
not only from my soul but from my life too. 
And no matter how much I shovel, however hard I try 
I can never fill it. 
Occasionally it is filled with spirits 
the void over flows and I am complete. 
But in the morning I wake and it is worse, 
Even larger and twice as hungry. 
And it is slowly consuming, 
twisting me into someone I thought I’d never be. 
Someone who hurts others to hide his hurt, 
steals what’s not his and has no remorse, no shame. 
My life turned to nothing, 
All for the void.

All for the Void