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I miss him

I think about him all the time
It’s like he’s glued to my mind
When he comes around
Everything seem to stop and I never hear a sound
Although he’s far away
His presence linger throughout the house every day
I missed him very much
And crave for his tender touch
Countless nights I cry
Because it’s hard to hold back each tear but I try
Truthfully I refuse to let the pain get the best of me
Furthermore; as I recall his memories
I could see him running back to my arms where he ought to be.

(2015)

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