Everything here is telling me I should be fine.
But, I am missing you everytime.
I will be back with you. You will be back with me.
We will have much to read.
Is there anyone out there? Cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe.
Throw me a rope to hold me in place.
As I walk past your door where you don't live anymore.
Like the deserts miss the rain, my heart misses the release.
I will return to this writing and to this relationship and that relationship. It's time to stop Wallowing.
I miss you and I miss you.
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This temperamental side,
The one you say that you can't hide --
Do you ever see yourself?
The way it looks to someone else?
This temperamental trick --
The one you say you can't predict --
You're like an empty cup!
(Forgive me if I don't wait up.)
I don't get where you're coming from --
What is real and what's put on;
What has stayed and what has gone.
How long will this thing go on and on?
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