Inspiration un soir d'hiver...

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It wasn’t as if I had died, but almost. A part of me was disappearing little by little, leaving place to a darker and more distant part of me.
I didn’t think that loneliness would be so difficult to support. I couldn’t call me in question anymore, it was simply impossible. What was I supposed to do now? To wait?
I looked by the window, and seen that the sun had lain down, letting the full moon, light by her halo the sheet of paper on witch I was trying so hardly to transcribe what we could name “feelings”.
It was about a week I didn’t sleep more than three hours per night. I was fighting long hours before closing my eyes and letting tiredness taking me, but I was continuing to do the same nightmare.
Then I awoke, lit a cigarette that I didn’t smoke, and cried.
How long was it going to last? He had gone for good now, but why was I still hoping?
However, I couldn’t prevent me.

I was trying in vain to convince me it was done.

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