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I heard her, late at night crying for you, lost lover. She grabbed the nearest object to her to blow her nose. Tissues weren't around so she settled for last night's pj's. She had searched for you, she knew in her heart you were gone, to far off to grasp on too. It took her months, you know, to finally let go of her hold. She cries every night for you, yelling into her pillows questions with desperateness filling her tone. "Where have you gone!? How could you just leave me like this! I could never love another soul!" She understands clawing at her bed sheets will not bring you back. It is hard for her to see that outer shell you had loved her through. The same outer shell where you had used its fingertips to wipe away her sorrows for that day. The same outer shell that you used to hold her with its arms, trying your hardest to show her your affection towards her and that you will always be there. The same outer shell's tongue you would use to tell her that you loved her so. November was her favorite month. It is her birthday in November as well as the same month where she first met you. Yes, November, where it all started for her, when life began not only when she first entered this world through her mother's womb, but with you, you lost lover, when you stepped into her life.
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