Empty.
Missing.
Lost.
The cold nights are colder without warm embrace.
Pain in the chest.
Scars on the soul.
Love.
Put on a brave face.
And face the world with grace.
Underneath a storm is brewing,
Heart a mess.
Wondering.
Pondering.
Worth the suffering,
For a soul so enchanting.
An adventure so wild,
And a taste of magic.
Fleeting.
Change the only constant.
Learning to roll with the waves.
And be free.

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