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May 2015
An empty chair
In the center of a dark room
Filled with tormented souls
Thinking of the ******
The lost
The forgotten.
The empty chair
There to remind them
Of all their loss
All of their grief
An empty chair
That used to be occupied
In a bright room
Filled with lively souls
Thinking of futures
Of universes
Of stars
An empty chair that once held hope.
When you lose somebody, it feels as if all hope is lost.
Megan H
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Megan H  26/F/Texas
(26/F/Texas)   
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