In my heart, it was just you.
Nothing was missing.
I was writing.
Always writing to you.
But today, this is not real.
It’s just craze.
I don’t feel anything.
I’m empty of you.
It’s just a known.
Almost a friend.
But today, this is not real.
It’s just craze.
I have no memories.
I’m better off.
Without you inside of me.
Now just a custom.
But today, this is not real.
It’s just craze.
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