I wonder why I can't
bring it back.
There is a light,
but it is not bright enough to follow.
There is a light,
but everything has been left in the dark.
Lost in the dark.
Hidden forever.
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At least now, there is no way to look back.
The past is easier to let go of when you can no longer see it,
no longer feel it.
Everything has died.
Nothing can be found.
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