It is terrifying, and you describe how it's like perfectly. There isn't really another way to describe it. I would also describe it like there's this hole inside of yourself and when you go to look at it, it doesn't even do you the courtesy of staring back. It's just empty, endlessly so, and you can still feel the edges where the person or people that used to fill it would slot right back in, but just the edges, like your own mind is teasing you.
I've stopped trying to bring this up myself, even with those from my world who are like me. In some ways, it's harder for me to talk to those who are from my world about this; we all have too much bad blood between us. It's not an easy nor a pleasant topic to broach and even harder to discuss.
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I've stopped trying to bring this up myself, even with those from my world who are like me. In some ways, it's harder for me to talk to those who are from my world about this; we all have too much bad blood between us. It's not an easy nor a pleasant topic to broach and even harder to discuss.