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10:50 p.m.

by veejayrey

10:50 p.m. and this is when it hits. This is when the tears streaming down my face know no end. This is when the ache in my chest begins to dig deeper. This is when the reality of your absence becomes so vivid and tangible. Isn't that something? I can feel your absence. Your silence cuts me to the core but I keep insisting, I keep trying to reach out to you knowing well enough you won't respond but hoping, wishing you'd take the time to remember what we once shared. I thought I would be okay, but I'm not.
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