Empty

Empty.

Lacking.

Vacant.

Forlorn.

Empty.

Tears streamed from my eyes even as the anesthesia wore off; the nurse said that I cried through the whole procedure, even as I slept. My hands caressed and held my empty abdomen and the sheer vacancy of life pushed my tears to sobs.

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