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Last night, I had the worst of dreams. The one where you are back, and I am happy, truly, but we both have a sinister feeling that it is not the way it is supposed to be. You even told me that. You said that it was not right. And I try to enjoy the dream, but when I wake up and realize that you are in fact gone, I am again soaked in dark ink of grief.

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