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Not yet

2 days before his day come.
Feeling so cold.
And feeling so lonely.

Where is his presence?
I've been longing it for so long.
When he'll be here?
I've been exciting to see him.

I want to scream.
I want to shout.
I want to cry out loud.
But I want his presence more.

I missed his comfort hugs.
I missed his soft arms.
I missed his cheering words.
I missed him calling me from afar.

How long this will take?
I can't take it anymore.
I want to give up.
I want myself to be free.

The year is near to end.
Yet my life is slowly falling.

His birthday is yet to come.
Will I end myself now or wait for his day to come?

~12/23/20

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