There are no words to procure me of my sadness. Nor of the song of the muse. I do miss you and I’m afraid I always will.
Whether it’s something I forgot to say, I’ll be thinking of you and you’ll be on my mind.
I wish I could get the hell out of here because if I could I’d come flying to you.
All I know is that I love you.
I do love you and you know it too….
I will miss you when you leave me.
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