The day I cut you from my timeline.
You took a piece from me with you as well.
This had come to me as quite a surprise.
And ever since that day had come and gone.
My life has not been the same.
Now, not only did you take a piece of me on the day you left.
A strange feeling had been in my soul: that you had been left behind.
Was it a new form of guilt or pity?
Or was it anger, shame, or regret?
This is a question I have not been able to answer.
As this was a feeling whose name I did not know.
For at no time in my life had we ever met.
So, not only have I been left with this empty space.
To what I know not, what shall I put within its place?
No matter what extra piece I choose, it does not seem to fit within its space.
What shall I do with this feeling left within me? I have not yet figured out how I am supposed to feel.
What shall I do now with the empty space that has been left behind?
Addiction does not fill the space, and emptiness within the space is far too unkind.
Perhaps the space will remain hollow as a reminder of the life I had left behind.
And the only thing I can do now is live my life the best I can, with the remaining pieces I can find.
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