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Gone.
It all came to an end one day.
My world. My heart. Shattered.
I could see their figures slowly fade away.
The darkness swallowing them up,
Until I could see but an empty face.
I stand frozen.
The wet grass chilling my bare feet.
The dreary summer night consuming me.
Covering me in sorrow and despair.
The night shows no light. Not moon. No stars.
At school, they gossip.
Pushing me further into darkness.
I fight to get it away.
My mind grows weary but I push on.
Until finally, the darkness releases me.
My heart aches, then breaks.
Into small shards. Into fragments of my world.
I will never feel its warmth again.
No one knows the pain within my chest.
They turn away with not one single clue.
The smiles. The laughs. The memories.
The good times we had together.
They slowly fade away, day by day.
Not from my mind, no from theirs.
Mine stay. Lingering. Taunting.
They make new ones.
New smiles. New laughs. New memories.
No where in sight is me.
I wrap my arms around myself,
Gently laying my forehead on my knees.
If only they knew the pain within me.
Maybe that would change this ending.
The darkness is coming for me.
They smile and walk away, hand in hand.
If only they knew the agonizing pain I feel.
I feel it coming again.
The darkness I've worked to push away.
Overpowering me one last time.
I grow tired of fighting.
The darkness consumes me. My pain. Gone.

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