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I stay awake all night wondering if things will ever be the same again. I lift my head to the stars looking for a bright spot in the sky. A star shining bright.

I could pretend and go on with my life like I never knew there’s more to life than what we already have found.

I’m stretching in bed fighting off dreams as my mind fills with memories. I see the places and the spaces I occupied.

You won’t always be there but how do I hold on to these last hours?

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