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Sitting around, trying to make sense of it all.
Innocence lost, felt through the echoes of my empty walls.
Laughter depleted, joy removed.
Empty feelings oozing through this painful wound.
No tears to cry, no words to say.
Constantly questioning how I feel this way - I just dont get why!
Exasperated Silence has - and will remain - since the day You died.
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