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Staring at the ceiling wondering when those thoughts will appear again of the remembrance of the past of what was lost and what could have been.

I will stay here staring at the wall with a blank stare wondering where you have gone.

The music reverberating in the background striking broken cords reminding me that the strings that strung my heart are out of discord.

When will this pain cease?

Will it ever stop bleeding?