the song you nearly know by heart played with the 'Repeat' button on,
your favorite cup of hot drink on a cold night by your side,
the tranquility in the still of the night,
the light of your old old lamp gently bathing over the mess on your table, casting an almost surreal image of it,
your breathing so slow and calm,
and hundreds of different memories surge into the back of your mind, each one clearer than the one before, more vivid, more colors, more meticulous,
till you shiver and try, albeit futilely, merging reality with your subconsciousness,
with your eyes shut tight, yet, you fail, knowingly,
and you just wished someone was there to hold you; that is when you realize that...
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