1 year and 4 days, is what has passed. So seemingly painfully long, but not without happiness. I'm quite sure I used the right method, of submerging myself in the euphorica of being with friends. Yet every night was clogged with the dreadfully expected insomnia. It seems to me that my pillow is somehow closer to me than my friends. How could I sleep? With those memories that I reach out so difficult to grasp. It disappates into the darkness of my mind with every effort to remember. What had happened before this time passed so alarmingly quickly, though I only realized that after it was all gone. I could have treasured them more. What an ironic statement, that I claim time being my best friend, while it cheats on me, expanding that effect so evilly majestic. Is it all my fault then?
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