It's a slow burn. You don't notice it at first, you may not remember where it came from. You may suspect it at some point, then chalk it up to a bad day, a bad week, a bad month, and forget about it. Then it's almost done. You're empty. There is this last sliver of your essense pulling, screaming, begging that you don't let go, but at this point...
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