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Empty inside is my core,
You’re love is what I adore.
Walking in traquility through my days,
Scared of what to say.
Working hard pushing myself to the limit,
Staying away from bullshit and gimic.
Keeping up with deeds at home,
Doing everything productive and constructive, but yet my mind begins to roam.
Late nights aren’t the same,
Music doesn’t even sound the same.
I’m strong in memories of a good time,
Laying awake at night looking next to me as the clock begins to chime.
Sitting by the window seeing the moon,
Bright in its glory reminds me of you.
I smile and whisper good night softly,
May it seek you out and find you peacefully.
The moon is the last image my eyes see,
As I fell asleep to the thought of you.