A dead silence overwhelms the inner core of thy being, creating a distant world in which patience is thy priority. Waiting for love to reappear as a whole, a physical warmth missing in thy surroundings. Only the whispers of faith and hope are heard as thy stand lonely and anxious as the presence gradually fades into the past. A mascarade of faces displayed temporarily until the eager awaiting halts and thy love is returned!
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