I have nothing left. And I am so scared. And sad.
I miss you. And you don't care about me at all. I am nothing. A ghost. A ghost that misses you so. much. I happened in a vacuum, though, and no one has a me shaped hole in their life.
No one else aches. Like a stone dropped into a lake, a ripple, then forgotten.
Sunk.
I just sit here on the bottom, looking up at the flawless surface. Aching.

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