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the house feels empty about her, but it's alive with memories, i know.

sometimes, i think i can hear the door open, and she was calling my name, waiting for me. but then, it was just the wind tampering with my hearing, the cruel, cruel, wind.

and at every dark corner is her shadow, but i cannot see her.

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