Absence

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Too scared to write poems anymore knowing they wouldn't make any sense if it's not about you,

Too scared to clean my wounds knowing you wouldn't be here to take away my pain,

Too scared to stand on my own feet knowing you wouldn't be here to hold me if I fall,

Too scared to catch any sleep knowing reality is no different from nightmares,

Too scared to let go of my past knowing there's no place for you in my future.

~Manu

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