Everyday I don't see your face,
My world turns dark and I loose my pace,
Crying over something,
Which seems like nothing,
While the world passes by,
Feeling like I want to die.

A darkness inside washes over me like death at your door,
Growing weaker and slowly falling more and more,
Wish you could be here and stop it from comeing,
And soon you are here careing and loveing.
 
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