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I have to learn to sit in my silence
As torrents rage about.
Inquiring and deducing things when answers are not given, my mind enjoying puzzles trying to compute and figure.
Someone I enjoyed and looked forward to, gone; lost deserving of my own accord.
I can imagine no one in their place, as tough as I may try to seem to be.
Weapons I forged used against me, deserving. Feeling my flesh pierce and dissolve. My rusty armor, olde and crumbling.
And yet life goes around me. Keeping face, till I can let my sorrow show. Tis so much joy to be feasted upon. Even the simplest of things. Yet each new day, I still remained focused on what I lost.
Perhaps seeking olde habits shall give me joy, yet I remember sharply the emptiness that I was still left in the moments without others around.
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