It is the place you leave,
Never to return.
Or one you step into,
Never to step out.
It is the second that makes you want to yell,
Till your breath runs out.
Or one that calls for the kind of silence,
That turns whispers into screams.
It is the person that fills in,
Portions that you lack.
Or one that takes away,
More than you have.
It is the moment lost among the pixels,
Of a picture you never took.
Or one that stands just as lucid,
As the determination in your eyes.
It is the day that you are born,
Or the day you cease to exist.
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