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It's been a year now, and I am still on that damned down-spiral. Empty, hollow, words do not matter anymore. And it is black, and it is no future, and it is lonely.
Nobody says sorry, nobody cares.
I miss my cloud of oblivion, remembering is not good.
And I miss the nights when sleep shadowed the sorrow.
What would you do if you were to have a magic wand, you've asked me. I would make everything disappear.