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It is a strange phenomenon:
not existing for you any longer.
It was said once I existed
because of you;
perhaps it is more
in spite of you sometimes.
If it is what I fear:
a return;
it is only because I was
attached to my thoughts
and dreaming is much
easier than being expected
to live in reality.
Maybe it's better now:
I am not so nervous.
Maybe it is better to have you
hold the pieces together
than for you to unintentionally,
unknowingly break them
in the first place.
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