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I feel

As my chest gets tight, my eyes get wet

As I feel like I want to die, my mind says that's a good idea

All I think about is you, so I feel like a bird with a broken wing

I long for your touch and crave for your lips

But I feel only air, for you are not near

I reach for you blindly thinking you'll reach back but

I feel nothing

 

 

◄ miss you

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