Been gone way too long.
Looking for something long gone...
I'm miserable.
Once easily excited and elated me
Now no longer have the feel of writing to me for me...
As I can't go on.
The new days have past, everything's too vast.
Nothing within my grasp.
So empty on my own...
And now as I write, poorly and solely about me.
With nothing, and myself tightly bottled...
I write,
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