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it was almost like we were married and now we're divorced, yunno, the sick like the sick i get when i think about her, the just-hit hollow in the pit of my stomach and the contradictory need for her presence. just..there, nothing more, and its so strange how we....drifted, is it? fell out. we fell out except without the actual falling-out. disintegrated. we. us. but, not us-us, just, the non-us. yeah. that's it. now what? now, what?