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empty room. tv. computer. bed. pictures. white. black. grey. i am alone.
i hate this. i dont know what i hate more.
is it the empty room everytime i open my eyes.
or the fact that you no longer have the will to come home.

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i am lost.for once i feel left out. i wudnt care if evrybody leave. as long as you stay.
but there you are and here i am.
thinking why i'm here while you're there.