A tear falls from my chin as I sit silently after many lost hours talking to you of life, death, and everything inbetween. My seemingly bottomless strife no longer haunts me. So deft were your words; like a surgeon cutting a gaping hole into my being and watching as the gooey insides spill out. I never foresaw the day that someone would carve a void into my person and I would sit idly, intrigued by your delicate precision.
Then you left me here.
Embodied by emptiness; an unsettling, yet comforting, calm shrouds my mind, but I am not afraid anymore... Only lost.
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