The wind blew through my room.
It's gotten colder somehow.
Something's different; out of place...
Missing...
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Oh...
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Right...
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You're no longer here...
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No wonder the room feels much bigger...
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I'm still not used to losing you...
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I was used to talking to myself before, but...
I didn't want to go back to that...
Knowing that I once...