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it didn't feel right. the lack
of her presence was a sick 
sort of reminder that i
had failed, that i was nothing
more than another 
person that had failed her.
i couldn't help but imagine
her beside me, her dark hair
between her fingers and a
cigarette between her lips.
i wanted to wake up from
this awful nightmare and
i wanted her to be beside 
me when i did. 

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