The Gone Me

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You thought I'd be lost without you,
And you were right,
I struggle through the darkness,
Tripping on memories,
Stumbling over what used to be and what could have been,
What used to be my happiness struggles to find me,
Struggles to push through the sadness that hangs like thick vines in the jungle,
Struggles to find the old me,
The happy me,
The lost me,
The gone me.

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