WHO AM I WITHOUT IT?

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I've found myself in two different rooms

One, a brilliant blinding white
A box where my existence floated without meaning

The other, utter darkness
Falling with the pressure of guilt,
brutal sadness, and debilitating loneliness

I was scared of the first, for inside of it I couldn't recognize myself. Who am I without my grief?

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