I try to branch out to you, when I need you.
You leave me standing here, gasping for more air that I can't seem to breathe.
With my hand stretched out in front of me, trying to grab the last
figment of the imaginary fabric attached to your very soul.
I feel you slipping through my fingers,
even more than before.
I'm still getting used to this feeling of being
without you.
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