I keep filling this void. With other things, in hopes it will fill up.
And I pretend, no I tell myself, just busy myself, thinking I'm fine about this.
And I ignore it, ignorance is bliss when you ignore your own heart.
But on the inside I'm missing it, and I'm dieing to wish you do too.
So I'll keep filling it, with friends, and school, and plans,
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