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Sad for all the time my embrace was empty of you,
Sad for being stubborn to be sad.

Sad for touching objects baring your presence,
Sad for not touching you.

Sad for reading your name everywhere I turn,
Sad for all the blue jackets other men should not have worn.

Sad for all my weak spots left to be weak,
Sad to open my eyes in the morning.

Sad for a cruel truth not even dreams can survive,
Sad without dreaming.

Sad of nothing to hope for,
Sad for still seeing beautiful things worth for you to know,

Just what she is not.

Cristina Geanta.

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