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Comfortably Numb

You met. It was accidental. You talked. It was incidental. You kept in touch. It was intentional. You discussed your fears, your passion, your love, your loathes, your confusions, your problems, every little joy of yours because with them, you were you. You were being yourself. You were telling the things you couldn't tell anyone before. You thought that you two have good understanding, that you two are from same species unlike homo sapiens. Time felt a null entity when you were together. World felt a hollow sphere when you were not together. This life was an island full of amazing experiences and adventures when you two just merely started to see each other. But now, when you two are strangers, it is a desert washed out of a sand storm. People say don't cry because it happened but be happy that it gave you so much to remember. But again, you are not happy, nor sad that it happened. It's just when you walk down the memory lane, all you feel is comfortably NUMB.

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