February 17, 2012
I reach for you, but your hand can't make it. You soon are lost, never to be seen again. I cry, I call, but I receive no reply. Are you there? Can you hear me? The blackness soon hugs me. I am again alone. I search, for years, for you and yet emptiness. You are still gone, never to return. I will wait for you, with my hand outstretched, for you.

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