“The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.”

A while ago we could fill our empty days with humor, secret fantasies, sayings of love, passionate embraces, soft kisses, whispered innuendos, witty jokes. Now all of that is gone, like a vase holding a dead and withered bouquet, now looked upon with sadness. Nothing makes you feel this loss like the darkness of a lonely night.
Very well written.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome 😊
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You conveyed the feeling of emptiness so accurately, thanks for adding to the tale weaver this week.
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Thank you Michael.
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It sure depressed me!
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It is depressing.
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Very well penned sorrow, Cheryl… I really like this one 🙂
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Thank you!
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