Emptiness.

In the process of seeking the truth
Who am I...and why
I feel myself sinking
Deeper and deeper
The more i struggle to get out
It's painful
I couldn't breath
I refuse to close my eyes
Refuse to live

Every tiny thing reminds me of you, us...
My bedsheet, pillow, tiggers, smell of secret wish...
Part of my life
Engraved inside me

And now you taking them back
Giving them to another person
It's supposed to be mine
It's meant to be
Always is...

How can you

You, me, us...
935 days
22440 hours
1346400 minutes
80784000 seconds


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