continue to wake up with an empty space that was once covered by the flourishing almost ever-lasting belief that I at the time, had no idea truly what it was. For it was a simpler time, a time when I need not worry about what was truly mine, only to find out the reflection of the mirror was in the pond. Though agonizing at it was, it’ll continue to haunt me, until eventually I know for certain, what it is that’s missing.
Your manipulation, and torment, was my bane, something I was cursed, to experience agony like no other, for a period which cannot be determined.
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