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As I sit here, enveloped in the shadows of unanswered questions, something was entirely shredded. The echoes of laughters that once danced through the corridors of my soul, they are nothing but whispers lost in the void of your lost in the moment.

The void you've left behind is an abyss, swallowing me whole as I drown in the sea of questions and unspoken truths. But you remain elusive, a ghost haunting the corners of my mind, taunting me with the memoria of  love that once burned bright and fierce. Thus I am left to mourn the loss of what could have been, to grieve for the future, and to wonder endlessly what if destiny wasn't so cruel to let us cross paths.

I am left to piece together the fragments of our unraveling without the solace of closure.