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Missing him.. I filled my time with other things, But nothing helped keep him off my mind. The Night: Filled with two false poetic promises left me disappointed. In these two years I have lost all “friends” I thought had loved me. Instead, They abandoned me, and left me to my own devices. But the new discovery of joy found in honing a craft, Granted me the sight of true love. Even if he didn’t love me back.. And yet, It wasn’t fair. The Night displayed a Full Moon shamelessly, Much like the night I left home. It was a sky full of nothing but stars falling over stars. Instead of fleeing, On this Night, I went to howl at the Moon but what came out-was his name. Morbidly followed by not even a whisper of an answer. Even though I knew it was hopeless, i still hung up my mirror to almost see the shriek I prayed still hung in the air. It was a deep dark voice -dare I say his voice? I have always known it. Even when a hundred years has passed us both by. Would I ever hear it again? I sadly still wonder..
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