Existence

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My existence will only remain
In the memories we've created
My existence fueled by pain
In the torment surrounding our toxicity

My presence reshaping into a thick dust
Flowing through the winds of our truth
Fading into a dream that will never allow us
Desolation filling my veins, pumping into every crevice of my being

Fortifying the hollowness with alcohol and drugs
I find myself more alone than ever before
Sedated in a loop of what was once our love
Captivated by our past; forgetting my future in the remembrance of what could have been

My existence held together by our memory; and will vanish when I'm forgotten

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