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I dream of you in colors that don't exist. In sounds that are as silent as a forest full of life.
I dream of you sitting next to me, cloaked in shiny certainty, wrapped in playful energy.
I dream of you being you and jumping and running.
I whisper a thousand moments of you.
I whisper and smile, desperately trying to keep you here.
I breathe the past to escape the now. But you're not here anymore.
And you'll never be here again. Never again.
I have to let you go, don't I?
I just have to let you go.
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