I feel that this heartbreak. This feeling that part of me is missing. Memories I have don't make sense anymore because the source no longer exists. I hear a voice, a laugh. I see a smile. But I cannot identify the person. Were they ever there? I am perplexed by this.
Can some stand in my corner? In that black hole of the past that I once called home, can someone speak for me? Is no one there to defend me? Haven't my good deeds outweighed my missteps?
I will not speak, if you do not. I will not try anymore.
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