It has been one year, to the date. I have yet to find what is missing. There is just this empty feeling, a feeling of nothingness. It hurts, not mentally, but physically. There is this pain that just won't go away, it grows, it makes me sick. Am I alone? Will I be alone forever? I guess I deserve all that I get. Such is as it is. The weight comes back times three. Well, for now, I am still searching for that something, what is missing? I stare up at the stars at night and wait, wait for the shadows, wait for the darkness. It never comes. Even in the dark of night, there is too much light. It blinds you, it binds you, it drowns you. Eh. At least hell isn't all bad.
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