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The constant

At the door of the black-hole-soul, a vacancy flashes, of a parent, brother, a friend, a lover, siphoning my vessel of all the things dark and light. From above He watches this game I play, watches me, break and scatter, and watches still, as I gather the pieces with timid hopeless courage. And I find myself at that same place of hurt and disappointment. The adamant self, discounting the altercations, the growth and maturity I pride in, only to realize that I am but, the solitary prisoner of my own self.