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I write without knowing what to write. Nothing is filling this hollow void left by a friend gone too soon. I also think it’s a catalyst, less than a year in, testing my resolve. And it’s wavering. I’ve made some mistakes, some I’m still having to live with. But I made the choices…
But this sadness….this pervasive sadness that is consuming my soul…
I’m going through the motions, but they have no meaning. I smile, but it doesn’t last. I laugh, but it holds no depth.
I would cry, but the tears no longer hold meaning.
There is just the sadness.