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Footsteps rang in the silence
Light feet weighing tonnes. Tears shone like ice on a face, aged without time. Eyes gazed with no expression onto familiar pathways. Loneliness swamped shoulders unused to the burden, while emptiness fills a once thriving mind. Pain ached in that once joyful heart, howling in loss, in agony. They say it will pass, in time, but the loss is great. Someone is lost in echoes.
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