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this empty space

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the buzz of other people
music on the radio
crappy reality tv-shows
surfing the web during the small hours

always up for anything
never spending my lunch hour alone
laughing with my friends
speaking with strangers on the train

writing cheerful blog posts
interacting with family and friends on social media
making new friends
smile, smile, smile

constantly fighting for breath
more makeup to hide my tear streaked face
infinite number of coffees to balance insomnia
ignoring this empty space you left in my life


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