people always leave.
I miss him.
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Everywhere I look I see shadows of what use to be...
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112 Days. It hurts so much.
If you asked me how I’m doing, I’ll say I’m doing just fine. I’ll lie and say that you’re not on my mind. But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two, and finally I’m forced to face the truth. No matter what I say I’m not over you.