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Aug 2016
The morning after is when the heart is at its heaviest.
Remnants of the night before are broken in fragments,
barely alive but still breathing, like wilting flowersβ€”
Neon lights, stolen glances, cups of coffee, roaring laughter, moments when you feel like you're in loveβ€”
They turn to memories left in a time
that isn't far away just yet,
But the distance of just a few hours
makes you feel lonelier than ever.
*(The past within your reach, yet impossible to grasp once again.)
tamia
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tamia  Philippines
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