Didn't think i'd miss him that much.
I want to fill this new frame, but its empty.
Tried to write a letter in ink.
Its been getting better, i think.
I got a piece if paper, but its empty.
Its empty
Maybe we're trying, trying too hard.
Maybe we're torn apart.
Maybe the timing, is beating our hearts.
We're empty.
Yes, its empty...


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