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Space grows between us each hour, each day, and with each passing second you fade further away. I miss you already even though you’re still here. The space grows darker, more deeper, less clear.

I thought I would love you until the end of time, but like everything else love can die. The space obscures you and takes you from me. It chokes, it smoothers and I struggle to breathe.

I want to hold on to you but I want to let go, to taste the freedom that I used to know. The space grows between us and soon you'll be gone.

My lover, my...

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