wondering where all the ones before it have gone.
We don't know our own faces anymore -
let alone the faces of those around us.
We are less than when we started.
Yet, in some strange way,
we are also more than we ever dreamed.
We have gained much
but have lost ten times more.
We are broken. Shattered and bruised.
Trying to remember
how to lean upon one another for support.
Is this all we will ever be? All we ever were?
And we can't quite remember any moment before this darkness.
Perhaps that is the most dangerous thing of all.
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