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I got so accustomed of taking to you that these days feel like glitches in my memory - like I can't remember them correctly or they just become a big blur after a while. I guess after all, passing time is something that we measure by our activities, activities that matter to us and now my sense of time is gone. I feel detached too. It's like I'm in a black hole of some sort. I'm getting drowned in my own darkness and nothingness - a vacuum sucking itself. I keep scrambling up this hole. I keep trying to grab on to your hands, to get ahold of you, which at this point is the only way that I believe, I could live again.