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And being alone is the worst, because my mind inevitably drifts to you, and i become suddenly flooded with the scent of your presence, and the feeling of your existence rapping me up in a warm blanket of broken promises. And still.. somehow miss it, miss you. More than I’ve ever missed another person in my entire life. But I’m not quite sure actually… if it’s you I’m left missing, or if it’s the way we did things. Was it the absence of your personality that’s making me suffer, or is it the absence of your presence? The way my head lay on top of your chest, and the way your hands danced around mine that I’m suffering without, the feeling of falling in love with your expressive walk and that goofy smile of yours. I’m left to ponder that, perhaps forever. Now, I simply chase after that feeling, hoping with all of my evacuated heart that I’ll find some answer that will let my mind take a tiny rest. 
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