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I don’t always know why

It’s like these emotions force you to let go

Of all these things you’ve held in tow

Imaginary imagery solitary solidarity

This rarity, this gem, this essence

Much like before you were here

It’s a mystery as to where it goes

And it flows

As your face distorts with anguish, you know

We are not those robots

And we hope

One day we will see you again, like an old friend

We know it doesn’t really end