Sitting here alone, my mind begins to roam,
Thinking of the one I miss, my heart aches like a stone, and there's a missing piece
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A Hundred Whispers of Affection (A Poetry)
PoésieJust some mere poetry out of a sudden outburst of emotions...
I Miss? I Miss
Sitting here alone, my mind begins to roam,
Thinking of the one I miss, my heart aches like a stone, and there's a missing piece
