Did you miss me...so often I think the world forgets me... So often I forget to be me...I hope you don't regret me...my actions at times whispers as my words resonates volumes of me missing you...how could a feeling be so invisible yet it still sees me. Too many times I have left what's right wrong...Allowing the weak soul within me to hold me captive against the feelings I hold true...for if missing you is a crime...I am aligned to do time for the innocence of love and it's treachery...as the world is sound asleep I am awake...missing you!
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