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11:11

04/11/17

11:11 am


For the last 2 years, every time the clock struck 11:11, my lips mumbled your name.

But for the first time in such a long time, I was quiet at 11:11. They say, I finally moved on.

I smile.

I know what you mean to me, and moving on was never an option.

It was the realisation of never having you back that left me with no words. 

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