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  • Diana, my ephemeral guardian, where are you?
    It's been so long since your gossamer spirit has fallen on my uplifted face
    and patched my cracking soul.
    You've gone, Diana. Have I misplaced you?
    Have I forgotten you somewhere?
    I used to carry you around in my mind's back pocket,
    a comforting reminder of my importance and my cosmic insignificance,
    but you've disappeared.
    I'm lost without you, Diana.
    I need your distant, friendly face to guide me,
    or I'll stumble in the dark.
    It's closing in on me, celestial Diana,
    crushing me,
    suffocating me,
    squeezing my soul out through every orifice.
    Can't you see, Diana?
    Can't you see it pouring from my mouth and bleeding out my eyes?
    Have you left me?
    Where have you gone?
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