What is this hole?

This hole in my core.

If I ignore it, I almost forget that it exists, but I carry it around with me.

With me.

And when I remember it, just a glimpse. It weighs too much. Tears spring quickly.

What is this hole?

What shape can fit into it…fill it?

The shape of friendship?

The shape of a lover?

The shape of family ?

The shape of self love?

The shape of self actualisation?

My purpose?

I’m too tired to figure it out.

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