Missing you

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Yeah, I miss youBut I don't wanna meet,
Fooling myself out,
Left unseen,

I wanna hold your hand,
And feel your touch,

But I'm scared of myself,
Cause I'm left serene,

But I stare at the blue skies,
Wishing timelines,
That were different,
from the one living tonight,

Hypotheticals take over,
Create a messy scene,
My mind's about to explode,
Fading into the unseen,

Maybe it's better this way,
Me and my quiet routine.

The skies won't change,
No matter how much I dream,
So I'll keep walking, alone,
Lost in my serene.

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