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Nov 2010
My bones don't ache.
My food doesn't taste different.
My eyes don't play tricks.
My home is still my home.
My colors are as vibrant as always.
My dreams as dark and empty as always.
When you aren't around
I'm not a different person.
My world isn't different.
I'm just not alive.
Not really.
Not without you.
Written by
Paul Glottaman
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