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Tapping fingers on a keyboard,
 
writing directly from my mind.
 
Stuck in the numbness of detachment,
 
not noticing the hours that tick by.
 
Tracks from tears made slowly,
 
silent sobs in the cold night.
 
Memories softly mocking
 
the sweetness of old times.

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