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the lifeless whispers fall into the dead of the night waiting to be held,
no one knows the pain that is to lead a loveless life waiting for that one time
when the world suddenly becomes clear and all problems washed away by the sweet sent that is being in love...
you eyes glaze over and time and time again it is just an act, the dirty things you do because that is what is supposed to happen,
just because you spent the night there does not mean that he loves you.
you are nothing to him and love does not live in his world...
slowly you realize that soon enough you feel nothing when he is with you in that bed that holds no memories of substance,
there is nothing but the emptiness that you once thought was filled.
and so you lay there waiting to open your eyes to tomorrow and realize that you will wait again until the night comes and return to your place in bed next to him.