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Julia W

11:03

It’s 11:03 and I’m walking barefoot on thin Ice. The sound of my broken heart mixed with the taste of the frozen wind is beginning to suffocate me, but in a good way. It’s 11:19 and I’m traipsing through the ruins of our memories, wondering why on earth it’s so damn hard to recollect the sound of your voice when it’s right in front of my face; following my ears like a lonely shadow. It is now 1:15 as I find myself fast asleep, hugging tightly onto nothing, which underneath my still eyelids, is everything. I don’t want to open my eyes again, because when I am awake it begins the journey of what seems like a lifetime without you, but what really is just until the sun falls to sleep above me, and I can again see you in my dreams.

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