Amazing how the days blur. Weeks, months, and now years.
I hate the noise in my head at the end of the day. That everything that happens makes me miss what you might say.
The noise won't quiet, these thoughts keep spinning 'round. Wish like hell I could stop them before I drown in tears I can't stop shedding.
Even happiness hurts, when it finally comes my way. Can't bear the fruit of this life without you. Can't join you..,
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