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Sometimes it feels as if I'm just living some insipid dream. Every time he leaves my life goes into a stand-still. It's almost like I refuse to let myself progress. I feel the highs and lows of the mood spectrum like some kid who neglects to take his Prozac. I'll be okay for a while, my head in the clouds, like I don't even mind that he's gone. My only connection to him the stupid piece of shit cellphone I carry around in my pocket. Then, there are some times, like now.. where I feel his absence in every pore of my being. I breathe and the lonliness consumes me and I can't escape it..