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I wandered the city alone, surrounded by clusters of concrete giants and hordes of faceless souls. Of all these empty faces, yours is the one I miss the most. The buildings were lit up like Christmas trees, painting a picturesque skyline before me, rivaling the faint, majestic stars above. At a stoplight, I stood amongst strangers, their shirts brushing against my arms, backs against my chest, and chests against my back. It felt as if they had appeared out of nowhere, the streets empty a moment ago. I could feel their heat radiating off my skin, their scents mingling in the air, and the low hums of their quiet mumbles. Even in the crowd, in the dense city, the world feels unbearably empty without you.