Everyday I wake praying it was all a dream.
I open my eyes hoping to find you beside me.
Writing absolute crap lately, sorry.
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I hate how much I ******* miss him.
I'm still in love with you, Andrew.
I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.
— The End —