Sophia
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It's usually around 2am, always at that time. When the unconscious takes over what the daylight suppresses. I miss the comfort of your embrace and the security that it brought. I miss simple things- your good mornings before the sun had risen, the lightheartedness and mindless banter, even our inside jokes. All lost. Stolen because the edges of your heart are sharp and i can't fill the voided spaces, nobody earthly can. But to stay here is empty, the dreams betray reality and create a disillusioned portrait of what was. So I await the night when you become a whisper, to silence you completely does not honour the soft and warm spaces.
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