Teardrop

Teardrop

There is something about the sun setting that leaves me feeling so alone. It’s like someone dear has said goodbye. Just like any goodbyes, there is a gnawing emptiness as soon as you turn your back because someone has left already and you’re looking at an empty space. There’s no one there anymore. There is a long night to bear. How long will I have to bear my lonely nights?

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