I Spend My Days
I spend my days thinking of you
I spend my days hurting for you
I spend my days longing for you
I spend my days seeing you in them
I spend my days wondering and asking why
I spend my days aching whispering “don’t cry”
I spend my days empty from where you were
I spend my days in the echoes of love not there
I spend my days pretending to survive
I spend some days still glad I’m alive
I spend my days...
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