Not a day passed without thinking about them. The morning starts with a bitterness of the reality after the sweet sweet dreams of them and the night ends with hope of maybe tomorrow will be something different. They are everywhere in my thoughts and dreams, in hopes and wishes, in prayers and concerns. They are there every time of the day, smiling, happy collected, at peace, with me, in my thoughts. But in reality, they are not. Not there, not smiling, not collected, not at peace, not with me, not even with themselves.

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