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Mar 2013
It's like someone took away my shirt
Or moved all my furniture around
Something's not right

It's like I misplaced my keys
The one's I was just holding a second ago
My hand's shouldn't be empty

It's like feeling you forgot something
Like you're not prepared
Like you're not entirely whole

I guess that's why they call it missing someone
Because one key component
Most often your heart
Is some place else
Some place
Far away
It's a strange phenomenon to me, why do we attach ourselves?
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