Prologue

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I bite my lip from crying as I struggle to find the words. Blinking through my tears, I write the final line of this poem:
                                                We never really had a goodbye.

As I close my journal, I slowly exhale the breath that I didn't know I was holding. Will this void ever be filled again?

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