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May 2022
I'm beginning to feel as empty as my room when you left.
I want to fill the space,
But it hurts to try.
I think because I'm scared,
That if you come back,
That when you come back?
You won't want a room
That isn't yours anymore.
It's nice to get your thoughts out of your mind and step back.
Written by
Astral  20/F/Somewhere
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