She lived in a four-dimensional house
Everything had length, width, depth
And grief
Every nook and cranny full of losses
And absences.
She can barely hold back her tears
Noticing her fading memories
No matter where she turns trying to leave that house
She only finds an eternity of nothingness
She then turns into herself
Like a black hole that is doomed to disappear
Under the weight of her grief
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