Where is it

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By laura •

LONELY. What I open my eyes to. MINUTES. Crawl by with the absence of facial expressions. No tears to cleanse my eyes for the new day. Can't feel the sorrow for myself, or the happiness for you. I ache for what I think I see in you and others. Is it really there? I ask you.

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