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i stand in the hall alone with the quiet and wait to hear your voice.my mind still pretends that you are not gone. i reach for you every morning as i am waking up for the day. even though i no longer matter to you it seems you are a thorn i can't pull out. i am crippled by my inability to move. i can only wonder. the world doesn't seem real without you. my food has no taste. nothing catches my attention. i don't take time to brush my hair or put on my make up. i spend alot of time in bed trying to catch you in a dream