As time goes by the further away I drift, further and further no end in sight, darkness surrounding, all consuming, Smaller and smaller the place I was before becomes, forever destine to be lonely, forever destine to be without love. With each passing new moon, parts of me died most likely never to return, meanwhile trying to find someone who will make me whole. The one I love so far away, with each ending season realization hits me. How am I anything but cursed to die alone.
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