Sometime around the end comes. Love leaves, are feeling forgotten promises, words, there is only emptiness. The void that is not filled with anything. It just eats you from the inside, and you slowly dies. Perish without the feelings that cause your pulse rate to the limit, without the emotions that makes your heart beat, without a loved one who is no longer with you. No, he was there, but this is not it. He's so close, but at the same time so far away. It will never be close. You are like parallel lines that go their own ways. You know your lines never cross. That is the law. .

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