last words are meaningful.

some nights I sit in my room. And search for the meaning why we exist. I feel so small and empty. Wish you could convince me "you' re not senseless!" It's too late, you're Gone and I already lost myself in the mess.
I'm painting the walls over and over again to erase your scent. I'm dealing wih this far too long. I'm letting you go. Giving up on you now. I'm just leaving the memories behind. I'm just leaving this place to get you outta my mind.
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