I am lost.
Not truly lost in reality; however, here I am.
Lost in the stars he left in my eyes.
I've been lost there for years, remaining uncommonly happy.
Alas, it is not long before the stars fade.
My heart begins to quake.
My eyes form a grim appearance.
And for those months to come I continue to die, to ache, to live with joyless ire.
These actions are my lifes torment.
I cannot sleep without waking up in a crying panic.
Go a day without thinking about what happened.
Live my life the way I want to.
I am lost.
Maybe truly from reality..

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