Abyss
As I sit here now, I'm standing at an abyss. The days seem to run together, intertwined. Nothing feels real, but this emptiness floors. This strange new reality is loathsome and uninteresting. Blank and useless to me. bright light no longer shares my stage, only a shadow of the shadow who once was. This pain won't cease with time, my heart will learn to accept that empty space.
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