But does it make the heart grow fonder, I wonder?
Your emptiness, permanent;
Just memories left to salvage...
Nostalgia, a curse...
Makes me want to hide and cry everytime your name crops up...
Amnesia, a wanted bliss;
To forget and fade away,
Anything to make me avoid you...
Any distraction, deviation - merely to provide solace...
But nothing helps nor aids;
My quest for peace leaving me bereft...
Friends shun me, kin exclude me,
Where once I was the heart and soul;
I have transformed into an unwanted zombie!
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