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Sometimes I read online, the things he used to tell me, And I cry, I cry like a newborn, I melt, and disappear in the middle of the puddle, Because I miss him so much, But he's now so far away from me, And I hate that he is gone, even more than I hate to admit it.
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Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 1:11 AM UTC
Come back, darling
Sometimes I read online, the things he used to tell me, And I cry, I cry like a newborn, I melt, and disappear in the middle of the puddle, Because I miss him so much, But he's now so far away from me, And I hate that he is gone, even more than I hate to admit it.
#missing#love#feelings
mistontheriver
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mistontheriver
F/from the sun
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 1:11 AM UTC
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