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I miss you most at 11pm when I'm lying in bed all alone. I let my mind wander and dance with the thought of you, finally coming home. I miss you most when my arms are empty and you're not here to hold. You think I'd be used to this by now; but the other side of the bed - It's still so cold. I swear that I miss you, just hearing your voice playing over in my head. I wish I could rewind and say all of the things I wish I would have said. I miss your kiss that I never got to feel though I've played it over in my head too many times. If you ever were to come back, I'd be waiting here; it's me that you would find. And I miss you most when I hear your laugh in the pages of my mind. It's still hard for me, I can't seem to realize: we ran out of time.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
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I miss you most at 11pm when I'm lying in bed all alone. I let my mind wander and dance with the thought of you, finally coming home. I miss you most when my arms are empty and you're not here to hold. You think I'd be used to this by now; but the other side of the bed - It's still so cold. I swear that I miss you, just hearing your voice playing over in my head. I wish I could rewind and say all of the things I wish I would have said. I miss your kiss that I never got to feel though I've played it over in my head too many times. If you ever were to come back, I'd be waiting here; it's me that you would find. And I miss you most when I hear your laugh in the pages of my mind. It's still hard for me, I can't seem to realize: we ran out of time.
#time#heartbroken#insomnia#latenight#imissyou#imissher
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
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