I am a million miles away from you but your thoughts take flight from my memory and brush against the walls of my soul like the constant fluttering of loose pages of a diary. I wish I could open that diary and let the cold breeze help the pages drift away into open nothingness. The same dark corner of void where you'll find me waiting for you while the ruthless waves of your silence play a bash against the rocks of my heart.
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