I am a shadow. A mere shadow of her existence.

A phantom being relished by darkness.

I am faceless. The face made it possible for me to hide my emotions. The emotions that was stolen from me as I have drank from the glass of champagne made with the bitterness of the vexed forbidden fruit.

I am a line. The zone outside the comfort of one's self. A line of metal intrinsically removed from its purity and worth.

As I embrace this new way of living, my heart crumpled with the sentiment of breathing. The outcry wasn't heard as the melody of the sweet lullaby resurfaced.

She, who existed, sang the melody of the forgotten plea.

I, being the shadow, brought life the opus that made her known.

I, being the shadow, knew that this is the end of my brio as I am being swallowed by her being--quenching the thirst of her stoic.

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