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I cannot avoid that you are not here.
It feels like you're just in another room. Objects, feelings and thoughts do no cohere but something adjusts to the undersphere. Never out the distance, I step on fear. I open your bedroom door and feel the absence consume. I cannot avid that you are not here; Still it feelslike you're just in another room.
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