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1. Gone

She's gone. Nowhere to be found.

The sky was dark, the weather was foggy and there was a weird smell of smoke in the air, not like the one you knew from cigarettes. No not at all, this was different, like the smoke from a house burning, a loving home, a memory. Gone, disappeared, and never to be found again.

The look on her face and the smell of her hair was still flashing in my mind, playing games with my heart. God I missed her loving touch on my body, what she did to me. It's hard not to yell out and scream her name. I was so desperate after her touch, her smell, every bone in her body. How could someone mean so much. I will never know, she's gone.

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