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Missing you

There are still moments when it does not seem real. Brief seconds when I expect you to come walking up, the steps from your room.. Every morning, there is a slight window of time when none of this happened. Then it’s there, slapping me in the face all over again. This is my existence. For the rest of my life I will have to stop and remember, and that sucks… 

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