The less of…

The less of you, the more of me.
The less of you, the more of silence I hear.
The less of you, the more of thinking I do.
The more of noise, the more of insanity I experience.
The more of me, the more of numbness.
The more of me, the more of pain.
The more of me, the more of screams.

The less of you, the more of you,
Because the less of you reminds me of your absence.
The less of you makes me think of your presence.
Yet, no matter if you’re present or absent, there is always nubmess for me to feel.

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