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Have you ever felt your heart rip in half.
You lie awake all night staring at the ceiling.
Re-playing life over and over.
Visual memories always hurt the best.
Just as you think you will never sleep.
Silence. Deep Silence.
As the sun streams and your eyes flutter.
You wonder.
The ache in your chest reminds you.
Still you wake up and smile, push forward.

There will always be that empty part.
Without this.
Sometimes when we are silent, we will revisit the memories.
Just for us here, we will always have "us" here.
In this empty room, we made.