Alone
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He sat against the wall, looking at their picture. He couldn't believe that she was actually gone. He threw the picture, smashing the glass into a million pieces. He broke down, silent sobs filling the apartment they had once shared. "Seems like these days I watch you from afar, just trying to make you understand." He quietly sang, in hopes she would one day come back. He knew she wouldn't, she was gone and he could do nothing about it. His bed would always be open for her, his eyes would only search for her, and in his arms he would always wish that the girl who owned every piece of him would be but he knew that would never happen again. "Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go. 'Cause I'm tired of sleeping alone." He sang the last line, and every piece of his heart shattered as if it were the picture frame. His mind replaying the painful memories of her leaving... "Just-Just come back..." He gasped for air. "I've never felt so empty and... Alone."
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