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I see you in my mind,
wish I could see you with my eyes,
but I'm blinded by tis' love
that making me ill.
It hurts.

You're gone.
And the air seems to leave me too,
while I'm drowning in this cold silence
that haunts me.

Memories of your voices,
the way you talk are still stuck in my head,
rewinding,
and replaying every minute of my life.

I dont want it anymore.
I want to be free from this power
that capture on me.
Tis' feeling makes me unhappy,
Tis' feeling makes me hate you
For all I know and want is you.

I hate the unknown,
the unknown of it's over...