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 had you...
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I missed just looking at you.
I'm still not used to this acquaintance I can't stand seeing, just taking up residence within my mirror...
I just know him by name. Not much else...
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I don't know how to move on, because you threw me away without explanation; without words;
Just throwing blame on me like a molotov cocktail...
I was lighten with confusion and pain.
I didn't even remember to roll as they taught us in school.
Now I'm in third degree of insanity, rather than getting my first degree in anything...
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I didn't really know the use of my tears until you left me.
Now, I water my plants with them, everyday.
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I cut myself off from my friends, cause all they ever talked about was either you, or their own love. And it hurts that I can never call you.
Worst of all, I don't even know if it's because of pride that I can do bad all by myself, or, because I'm afraid I'd get your new lover on the other end of the call.
Either way, the only thing I can do is watch you live and love from a distance, while I die alone, inside.


© Lunaris