I miss him, listening to his voice
Makes my tears to well up in my eyes
And my voice gets struck in my throat
Even the words I miss you becomes hard to say
I simply melt when I see him
i will weep over his absence if I don't see him
Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 5:49 AM UTC
I miss him, listening to his voice
Makes my tears to well up in my eyes
And my voice gets struck in my throat
Even the words I miss you becomes hard to say
I simply melt when I see him
i will weep over his absence if I don't see him
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