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Dec 2017
On that Sunday morning I turned to the left side of the bed reaching to grab your hand but I found nothing but your absence reaching back grabbing my hand pulling me out of bed yet leaving my body there walking me through the empty rooms filled with your echo and scent that I breathe in and out while wandering still being held hostage by your absence it's like it's trying to show me something that's been hiding in the gaps you left in my heart and soul I can't sleep at night knowing I can't reach for your hand or comfort or kiss me goodbye before you leave I begged you please yet there was still nothing but empty bedsheets and broken promises in the kitchen and some lost dreams on the balcony
Nuna
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Nuna  19/F/Europe
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