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Longing. An ever-growing longing settles behind your eyes. A small frown is etched on your forehead. Laughter or a smile are long lost memories. Remnants of joy and happiness try to remind you of the light you are. But your eyes are closed. You cannot see. An ever-growing longing swallows hope. Longing. Longing to belong to someone else.

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