I stand outside your door, knocking firmly on the wooden surface.
Hey, it's me. I haven't seen you in a few days. I say, my voice gruff yet laced with a touch of longing. I press my ear against the solid wood, hoping to catch the faintest sound of movement, but all I hear is the silence that envelops the room. Please, let me know if you're okay. I implore, the worry in my voice becoming more evident. If I have to, I'll break this damn door down to reach you. I state firmly.
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