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I walked with my head held high, as if life hadn't cut off what I loved most. I look strong, but I live broken.
I breathe, I move, I smile out of inertia, while the world goes on, indifferent to the emptiness that inhabits me.
In my solitude, the shadows come alive. A cold presence whispers in my ear, envelops me in its icy embrace. Memories distort, twist like nightmares.
In the night, the whispers intensify, silent footsteps echo in the darkness. A blurred figure stands before me, empty eyes watching me with disdain.
Every night I relive our last goodbye, the pain becomes an endless echo. I know you are not really far away; your presence looms over me, in every shadow, in every whisper.
The house fills with an oppressive silence, as if it were inhabited by something other than my grief. Every time I close my eyes, I feel your cold breath on my neck, your voice whispering broken promises.
I don't know if it's my mind crumbling or your spirit seeking revenge. But I know I'll never be alone in this house again. And as long as I live with this torment, I know my fate is sealed.
Your absence, turned into an ethereal presence, accompanies me every step, reminding me that there is no escape from our shared past.