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I saw my pale reflection on the glass;

as I sat behind the closed window.

The sadness was reflected in my brown eyes.



The moon may have been full and bright,

But this night felt dark and cold to me.

I couldn’t feel a thing; I was hollow.



She disappeared in the night

And I could feel the sadness she left behind.

Reality overwhelmed me;

The walls came crumbling down.



That very second I broke down,

For there was nothing left for me!

Sobbing like a lonely child;

My silent weeping broke the silence.