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Everyone always talks about how they feel empty

How their stomach collapses
And their bones ache

They talk about being hollow.

And I envy them
Their weightlessness
Their intangibility

I envy their absolute emptiness

Because I feel full,

Ready to break open
I feel heavy
I feel swollen
Misshapen

I feel so saturated
And I am drowning in all the everything pressed into my bones
There is no room for me inside myself anymore.

People always talk about how depression makes them feel empty
But it makes me so full,
Organs collapsing beneath the growing nothingness that inhabits me.

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