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The day repeats itself again.
I hear your voice and see your tears,
But touch only your plastic image.
For so long your company defined my life:
My solitude, yours. Your thoughts, my companions.
But with you gone, I try to escape
This life defined by madhouse mirrors:
Failing to reflect my image,
but only the empty space around me.

I feel the empty space around me:
A mountain of emptiness climbed over me today,
Leaving rubble in its baleful wake,
Filling every pause with reminders of my loneliness:
The negativity that creeps in when you're away,
Crushing even my love for you along with my happiness...

But looking at your face again,
I find that I am moved to tears.
With order restored once I'm out
Of this life defined by madhouse mirrors.