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  • Lost Love

    you

    Missing you is hard to do.
    I don't know what to do with all of my time.
    You used to be the one to fill my time.
    You used to be the one I leaned on for everything.
    The all-nighters,
    The chats,
    The nights out,
    The days in,
    The  drive here,
    The drive there.
    Everything I do reminds me of you.
    Everything I feel reminds me that your not here.
    Missing you is not something I want to do.
    Because missing you means you are really gone.

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