Thoughts of a Quiet Girl

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And for the past week,

I haven't gotten out of bed

until late in the afternoon

because missing you hurts.

I still sleep with your jacket

and stare at your pictures.

I hold close to me all the small things,

you gave to me

that mean so much.

I cherish the words,

that you say whenever I ask

when we'll be us again,

and you say

"Maybe soon".