this day has been a long time coming. this day has been here, come and gone, 1000 times before. once again. this horrid, fucked day. the dreams are smashed. heart broken. soul emptied of anything good. bed left cold. worse than cold, devoid of any warmth. wandering from room to room, wondering. looking for something, anything. what? no clue. just looking. a piece of clothing? cold cigarette butt? stray hair? instruction booklet on surviving the departure of a love?
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