I miss you.
Why do I feel guilty to say that?
Why does it feel wrong?
What's going on?
I miss you.
You, who I've made the center of my life.
I miss you
You, who will grow to hate me in time.
Afraid to live.
Afraid to die.
All I'm sure of is I miss you.
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
I miss you.
Why do I feel guilty to say that?
Why does it feel wrong?
What's going on?
I miss you.
You, who I've made the center of my life.
I miss you
You, who will grow to hate me in time.
Afraid to live.
Afraid to die.
All I'm sure of is I miss you.
I'm sorry.
I miss you.
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