Wednesday, June 6, 2018

dear you

dear you,
I don't know if it's the devil's voice or mine, but
sometimes I'm afraid that you don't exist
that I'll never get to love again
that I'm missing someone that'll never be there
hands that I'll never get to hold
that I'll never get to grow old with you 

.....I might delete this later

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