When all that's left in the world is this lamp on my nightstand
Again and again, we've missed each other's most lonely and vulnerable times
This endless waiting is slow torture, like a monologue
You're not here Happiness or Sorrow, You're not here
I've been hurt, and I secretly, stealthily recovered but you weren't here
I eat alone this early morning, this dawn
Earnestness can't guarantee that your dreams will come true
The wishes of the past , have all been thrown away...
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