"If you're a bird, I'm a bird."

You've disappeared.      Like everything else.       Now who else can I talk to?       I'm lost.

When you left,     and he left,     you took everything with you.      But the absence of him

is everywhere I look.       It's like a huge hole has been             punched through my chest.

But  in a way, I'm glad. The pain is the only reminder that he was real. That you all were.

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