His hurt, pain, and depression did not go away. It is transferred to me.
Maybe this is a law of conservation, but not one of physics.
I knew he struggled over missing familial bonds and friends who left early.
Now I feel as he did, wondering why things are and why others are not to be.
Staying up all hours reflecting where things went wrong,
Or why I am so broken.
Staring at a device which connects the world,
But no one is on the other side.
No one listening.
Talking to myself;
While tears stream into the river, Styx.
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