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At 7am the alarm rings and with it brings the loneliness of another day.  My co-workers see me play at the job so much but always going "dutch" during happy hour; so they never see my sour heart tire from fake skipping, my face dripping wet with tears from thoughts of the love that i've lost somehow, somewhere, the cost was just...to...high.  I sigh as I stare towards the sky and thank God for having at least tried to love you right.  Our love seemed so airtight that going home alone again seems to leave me choking in the middle of the night.  I wake up at 2am shaking, feeling as though someone was taking the love out of my life.  Missing you cuts like a knife especially when I see others together (like my manz and his wife).  On holidays when the Christmas song of the day plays and it's something romantic that stays in your mind; I try to find a quiet corner somewhere so I can sit and stare at your picture, either that or run home.  I sit alone burning a candle in the window for every day that you've been gone.  Man, that's now been alot of candles.  The wax has been melted and hardened over and over again but nothing can take the place of the memories i have of you my friend.  You are, were, always will be the woman that was the most special to me, my 4th of July baby.