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Apr 2015
it's so strange how different my life was a week ago.  talking to you was regular.  expected.  normal.  routine.  

but now there's nothing.  

reverberating silence is my constant companion, making the moments you used to fill seem like much deeper chasms than they were before our paths crossed.
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