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The stronger part of me resist to acknowledge the plea of my soul. I know that there is something inside me that is desperate to cry out, in despair to feel the pain. Numb. In every attempt to gather the broken pieces of me, the more I see how scattered my life is before me. How do you start all over again? I have forgotten how. Somehow when I asked you to leave me in my mind it was because I wanted my life back. But how could you be so selfish to take it with you. Now nothing's left to me except the memories and the pain. What a waste. A stranger to myself now, distant and confuse. I thought I'm seeing it all so clear, the way I have envisioned my life to be. Well, I was wrong. As I try to find deeper purpose of my life, the more sarcasm laughs at my face, the more cynicism comforts me. Pitch black. Lost. Is there anyone with me here?