My world is collapsing around me.

Every letdown consumes another tiny piece of me that endured.

Spun sugar emotions dissolving with each and every disappointment,

Dissipating into nothing but a lonely pit of despair and emptiness.

Even my most melancholy thoughts are disappearing and

I am losing myself in this dark hole of uncertainty.

Soon there won’t be much left but a vast shell of detached nothingness,

and I will lose everything that made me who I am,

Or at least those parts of me that tried to care.

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