I don't own anything and i never will :(
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He is gone. I am alone.
One year, twelve months, fifty-two weeks, three hundred and sixty five days. All equate to the same amount and it feels like an eternity when you're alone. Sitting on his couch in his home surrounded by his possessions that he loved.
Only one year has passed but so much has changed. He changed the world a new era has begun and people are free. They haven't forgotten him but how could they? They didn't know him he was an idea to them, a mask, the source of reborn freedom not a person to be missed, not a person at all.
To them he's not dead because ideas don't die. If they knew him as I knew him they would miss him how could they not? But there's nothing left of him now just an idea and some stolen objects. Sitting here I am surrounded by the overwhelming sense of him but its just objects he is gone like the shadow he appeared to be.
Everything is as it was before but feeling empty like there was nothing left.