The Unidentified

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I can feel it there
The unknown occurrence of what I think is not supposed to exist within myself
It is something intangible that words cannot explain comprehensively

It is there
within my thoughts
within my anger
within the intangible notion of what humans call a soul
It is somewhere in my body

I can feel it there
and I fully realize it is there
Sorrow, anger, and disappointment altogether within that hole

And, 
The hole is getting bigger 

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