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I miss hearing your voice,

on the other line.

I miss when you loved me,

I miss when you were mine.

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I miss your sweet words,

they ring in my ears.

I miss being so happy,

that I even shed tears.

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I miss being wanted.

I miss not wanting to die.

I miss not feeling so much pain,

that it hurt me deep inside.

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I miss you making me laugh,

with the weird things you’d say.

I miss that feeling of comfort,

knowing you’d take my pain away.

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But now the pain is killing me,

like a thousand stabbing knives.

All because I miss you,

and most of all, miss feeling alive.



~*~ Jill ~*~