May 2015
I miss you.
But never from my lips shall you hear me say,
How much my happiness revolved around you in some way.
You were a flame that gave me light,
But you also burned.
But never from my lips shall you hear me say,
How much my happiness revolved around you in some way.
You were a flame that gave me light,
But you also burned.
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