And admit passive acquiescence
I am just seconds away from you
I am still breathing,
accepted that whatever is gone is gone
Repeated infinite times, again and again and again
emptiness, built up by bounding promises
I don't smell that smell anymore, I don't taste that water anymore, maybe the colors have a different effect .
There is no emotion, no memory, no desire, no dream.
It is only me and my consciousness, I can no longer find myself.< br/>I'M FURTHER, BUT MY SOUL IS STILL A SPIRIT,
HE LEAVES A HUGE MARK IN ME

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