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Monday, November 12 { 10:55 PM }

What's the next stage after emptiness? Maybe then it's literally living hell, torment and suffering in your mind, all in the soul. But wait, the soul isn't there, it's been stolen by thieves in a subtle manner.
And then pain comes- the aching loss radiating from the chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through the heart, the head, the body. But manageable. No, the pain didn't weaken over time, the body and mind had grown strong enough to bear it. It was a crippling thing, this sensation that a huge hole had been punched through the chest, exising the most vital organs and leaving ragged, unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and bleed despite the passage of time. Rationally, of course the lungs were still intact, and that the heart was still beating. Scramble for numbness and denial, but it has evaded me. But now, the sense of pain and of loss, is felt.

There's nothing left, nothing. What's next...

The black thoughts refuse to leave.

There's no use for razor blades when there are memories and emotions.