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I don't even know how long you've been gone. It's like I've woken up in bed and you're not here... because you've gone to the bathroom or something. But somehow, I know you'll never gonna come back to bed. If I could just... reach over and touch... your side of the bed, I would know that it was cold, but I can't. I know I can't have you back... but I don't want to wake up in the morning, thinking you're still here. I lie here not knowing... how long I've been alone. So how... how can I heal? How am I supposed to heal if I can't... feel time?

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