unspoken thoughts

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i missed your soft voice
when you were leaning on me,
your stern tone
when i am being stubborn,
your laugh
when you were happily with me.
i missed our argument
over lil’ things we used to.

i missed... i missed you like crazy.
yet i could do nothing
but to breathe heavily,
close my weary eyes,
think of our gold days,
and... 
and miss you even more.

-bleeding_ink ||bleeding in tears, missing you everyday 

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