I didn't even notice. It took forever to finally hit me. A hole in the world. Living unliving. Whoops.
I'm sorry for my lack of interest, my lack of interesting, for the last month.
Depression crept up on me, quiet like a thief.
I'm following him through the halls of my head, nightingale floors squeaking.
All that's left is to smother this manifestation in the night.
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