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I'm numb and don't know what to do with myself. I can fake cheerful in a matter of seconds but as soon as the moment is over I go back to what I was before. I stare at nothing. I don't look many in the face. I look for comfort in the leaning on a shoulder or a calm and peaceful voice. I lost a familar life this week. Not my own but one that will always be part of me. A family member. A friend. A storyteller. A memorable voice. I will miss them greatly and until I fully process, I am left numb and not myself.
The End.