Echo

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Fleeing reality, holding on to

Nothing in the shape of me.

Crying eyes, trembling sighs;

Riding ripples, accompanied by

Echoes of you and I.

I’m seeing stars, reaching out

Oh the simplicity of being empty.

No one’s around, can’t be found

Maybe I was meant to make no sound

I just miss having you by my side.

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