Sitting there blank and vacant. You don't want to cure this amnesia. I've already ruined so much of you; laid so much to waste. And I'm just going to keep erasing. There's no chasm if you can't see the sky.
I know. I knew you had been having a hard time lately, and I didn't stop. But look at how much better things are now. Look at all those empty parts of you that have now been filled in. You used to be going through something,