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There is such a thing as too much time....
Too much space.....
Too much freedom.
Eventually the heart grows lonely,
Longing for a companion to share the empty nights with,
And to laugh away the voids of days.
But when you're the reason you're alone...
There can be no laughter...
Can be no love or smile or piece of mind.

At first it all seems like a dream,
A joyous escape from the claws,
But it soon grows tired and empty and boring,
And you begin to feel lost.
You grow weak at the knees,
Spaced in the mind,
Broken in the soul.
You sit in pure silence for your eternity,
The only thoughts enveloping you...
They tell you who's to blame.
And they're right...you brought it all on yourself.
You deserve the suffering,
you welcomed it to begin with.
Your fault.

But now what?
You can't say it's freedom because that's a lie.
You can't say it's what i need because you don't believe that.
You can't say it's ok because it's not.
You can't say i'm winning...no one can win alone.
You can't say anything.
Not to me.
Not now....i'm unworthy to you.
And i understand that.

We both needed time to heal,
And forget,
And to move on,
And to learn once more...
How to love.
But there is such a thing as too much time....
Too much space.....
Too much freedom.
I need to be pulled back into the claws,
It's a void out here....
Everything's too far off...
Too empty...
Too....

Spaced.... ... .. . .