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Haven't felt your touch in months, but it feel like forever. It's always feels like something is missing, my thoughts starts to wander, and my heart starts to race. When will I get to see you face?
You make its seem like everything's alright, but I'm reality it's just another night. One without you here with me, with out you close.
The desolate aching manotony causes more pain as days go by. Your presence heals wounds, deeper than I could ever find.
Then life shows you that not all wounds will heal, and you will have to learn to love the scars.