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I am nothing.

Nothing but a

silhouette.

I feel, I see,

I hear I touch I speak

and yet

I am nothing

without her.

I stand at a fork in the road

So many paths

So many thoughts

The most prevalent:

I am nothing.

I am not meant 

to be.

The wind,

it could blow

me away

So many pieces 

of self.

What self? When

did I ever even 

exist?

After all, I am nothing.

So many options

but the easiest,

I cannot take.

Because of her.

Because it is behind me now.