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Jul 2014
So used to dreading
Having to sleep alone.
Got used to depending
On you coming back home.
Never forgetting the nights
Held near.
Always reminding myself
That you aren't here.
When one departs
It breaks both apart.
Accepting the departure
Is what makes this life harder.
*jm
Julia
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