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I've seen mirror at midnight
With dropping dry eyes
Not a single drop falling
Waiting for the last seen to turn to online and eventually typing
Dream remained in it's place with nothing to yield
I wonder how I spent those nights
Just reading those texts over and over again
When all they said was 'It's over'
My heart never sank to the bottom like it did at the first time
The intensity decreased with nights and it turned out to be a habit
Eyes were less sleepy, more dry with least hope
It was a decision to leave than to hold on
Love defined itself making me fall into hate
Now it's easier to walk past some non-existing human

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