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May 2010
I feel empty.
Tired?
Something.
He just left
And it doesn’t matter.
It almost feels like
He’s always around
So when he leaves
It often feels like nothing.
My eyes stay half-open
My brain stays in static
She whistles
She talks
She reads fan fiction
I sit here
Waiting for my Internet connection to work
And waiting to return to existence.
Written by
Christine
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