Love, Anger, Hate,
These I can feel
With these I can processe
But this silence
As if everything as stopped
What do I do with it
It washes over me
And reduces me to tears
You caused it
Everything that made me
Is now gone
You were the first to leave
Now nothing is left
But the silence
So cold and empty
Now I search for something
To fill the void
And it works
Movies and book
A few candles
And something sweet
A good friend
A quite night
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