Nothingness, in this life.

(With the polymates at East Coast. This turned out quite nicely; with the bowling and the viking ride!)

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"The crying game.
Laughter is the best medicine they say.
But to never cry is inhuman."

Just mere happiness on the outside
there is no meaning of me in you,
life is emptiness.

I often dream of a far off place where your welcome would be waiting for me,
then i'll be right where i belong.

I really wish I could write a decent one. I'm quite tired. Will I get it over with?