As all blackholes it keeps feeding on everything.
No matter how hard you try filling it up with laughter, silliness and hard work, it will always be that vacant of a space that wouldn't settle for less than you sucked up in it.
It isolates you in that one corner that it knows would drain you out : remorse. Questionning 24/7 in those sadistically built mazes of subconscious, even though, in advance, you admit the foolishness of seeking a way out.
Therefore we will keep pretending, faking sincerity so well aiming that one day we'll be believed by our own pathetic wandering selves.
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