I am dead now you are gone. The air has been taken from my lungs.
I no longer breathe freely, only in long awaited intermissions.
My life holds no significance, no priority, no purpose.
Mourning consumes me.
I mourn for you as if you were dead.
My dreams tell me that you died powerless in your abandonment of me.
Dreams are my comfort, my consolation, my necessity.
Reality is avoidable, not always.
Sanity is a place i rarely visit now.
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