tried to take a picture of love. didn't think i'd miss him that much. i wanna fill this new frame, but it's empty. tried to write a letter in ink. it's been getting better i think. i got a piece of paper, but it's empty.
maybe, we're trying too hard. maybe we're torn apart. maybe the timing is beating our hearts. so, we're empty. and i've even woner if we should be getting under these sheets. we could lie in this bed, but it's empty.
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