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Mar 2018
I grab my phone,
no messages at all.
I look at the clock,
it works no more.
I say hello,
the replay is an echo.
I sit in silence
trying to let go.
I look down to my hand,
the bruises bleed again.

And I understand that I have waited for too long
and all I've ever known is gone.
I'm alone.
Carolina
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Carolina  25/F/Argentina
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