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Mar 2017
Ur missed with each passing day.
Each hour, each minute every second.
I count them all while ur away.
I miss the days when I was in ur life.
I wipe away tears and try to tell myself.
It's gonna be alright.
But I have hurt u, and can't pull myself together.
Ur hearts grown cold towards me.
Like the bitter cold of the winter.
Tony Mills
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