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Weeks had passed since I had visited my cafe. The place was dark and cold when I entered. A hollow feeling settled in my stomach. I had missed this place.

The sun still wasn't up and the quiet before the dawn was calming. I made a cup of coffee and sat at the seat in front of the glass wall that overlooked the empty street.

Coffee long forgotten, I started pondering upon how loneliness felt like.

It felt like cold rooms.

It felt like empty streets.

It felt like silent, too silent places.

It felt like darkness felt when it entered every single corner of your mind, spreading its venom into your thought, turning them poisonous.

It felt like exactly what I was feeling right now.

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