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Am I just grumbling? Endlessly complaining? I confess. I repent. But is it enough?

Confession No. 11

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by ArleneManocot

by ArleneManocot

I miss you.
I am not gonna lie.
I miss you at the moment.

I miss you.
I am not gonna deny it.
I miss you in my loneliness.

I miss you.
I am not gonna supress it.
I miss you in my sadness.

I miss you.
I am not gonna expect anything.
I miss you in my emptiness.

I miss you.
I am not gonna run after it.
I miss you in the process.

I miss you.
I am not gonna hold on to it.
I miss you and that's all it will ever be.

I just miss you.
So much.
But not so much.
I missed you.