The clock ticks.
No one around.
Hunger returns.
Smiles remain.
Tiredness gone.
Thoughts envelope.
Chest pounds.
Eyes weary.
Fingers type.
Nothing matters.
Fear comes.
Fear leaves.
Hurt heals.
Love hurts.
Warm embrace.
But no one's around.
The clock ticks.
Joy.
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