You are almost completely gone
There are no more notes
My sheets are clean
My cludder has taken root
My room is in a way that you have never seen, touched or tainted
My valuables are safe
I'm no longer waiting for you
But the clock is counting down
To what, I'm not sure
My demise, liberation or a fluke
Will I come back empty and broken
Or unphased
Am I damaged
I think so
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