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8/5/14

To Miss You



It was this kind of loneliness. The ones you feel on a quiet rainy day, whereas the only sound to accompany you was droplets of water. 


It was this kind of loneliness. The ones you feel in a room filled with memories to remember but never again to be lived. 

It's when you lie down on an empty space with empty soul and empty heart.



That's when I miss you the most. | 

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