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This isn't a poem

Everything was perfect. Untill evereyone left.
 
I was in my room, it was empty  
 
Like something was missing
 
So perfect yet so empty
 
This isn’t a poem
 
I was missing a part of me
 
I couldn’t feel happy  
 
I couldn’t cry
 
I didn’t know what it was
 
And then, it happened
 
I couldn’t breathe.. it was all in one breath
 
I poured my tears .
 
Then it hit me, it was you again
 
I was missing you like I do everyday
 
And I’m tired of it
 
I’m tired of it.
 
I can’t take it.
 
Where do I meet my end?
 
I can’t survive like this  
 
 
...it’s you . Ride or die babess

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