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It’s nothing describable,
An emotion that’s tribal.

So primitive and deep rooted,
Though its reality is disputed.

A chemical imbalance,
The dystopian trance.

It’s almost too powerful,
A black holes pull.

And the pain I feel,
Is always more than real.

But it’s never been faker,
This soul breaker.

It’s not built on trust,
Purely wrapped in lust.

Not built on happiness,
Mainly something to depress.

And it’s clearer to see,
Now that it’s not me.

I can poke at its flaws,
And tear it with my claws.

Was it ever there?
But do I even care?

Maybe one day I feel like this again,
But for now my life has no reign.
I can stare it in the eyes,
Now I’m free of its lies.