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As the pain enveloped me, I looked into the abyss,
nothing but darkness and turmoil, I lost the one who meant the most, to another, perhaps a better being. The pain has stopped, but the emptiness has begun, the loss of touch, the loss of taste, the loss of sense, all have failed me. The crack in my happy countenance is small, my facade strong and my insides fading, all is lost. All is gone. Until she returns to me.
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