It's funny that I am feeling nothing.
Except perhaps exasperation (solely from the wait).
Other than that, my weight, in the morning, decides pretty much the rest of my day.
I'm not feeling empty. I'm just not feeling anything. I've stopped feeling.
It gives off a dull, melancholic thud that reverberates and then evaporates off, leaving you stripped-off any form of constant emotion.
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