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I havent heard from you all day,
I called,
Even stopped by,
But nothing.
Now I'm going to sleep in your Osiris shirt and pajama pants.
Tonight, I went to a poetry reading.
Wish I could've found you so you could go.
I worry about you.
I love you Emily.
I called,
Even stopped by,
But nothing.
Now I'm going to sleep in your Osiris shirt and pajama pants.
Tonight, I went to a poetry reading.
Wish I could've found you so you could go.
I worry about you.
I love you Emily.
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I am trying maintain composure
trying to grasp
what in my heart I
hold so dear
I miss you each day we are apart
It's sad
poetic
pathetic
It feels so good
but hurts so bad
which often leaves me
confused
I stare down the neck of a bottle and
feel as if I cannot devote my attention
to anything
besides him
thinking of him
hestiation to call
wondering
what may happen?
I think...
the only thing that brings me down
from my head in the clouds and
daydreams
bound
to the memories
Pain
Love
my only reality
I love you.
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