Hole-y

There’s a hole somewhere.
I don’t know where it is,
Just that it’s somewhere inside me.

In my brain, my heart,
My soul and spirit,
But it’s frustrating

Because now I find myself
Filling up the obvious holes
With hunger, with lust,
With mindless shows.

I need to fill up that hole(s)
But till I find it,
I’m screwed.
(Literally)

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