JANUARI 2017

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I miss you.
Like the sun misses its shine.
Like the winter misses the cold.
Like cornflakes misses milk.

Like darkness misses its cookies.
Like my heart misses yours.

It's time to let you go.
No matter how much it hurts.
I have got to pay for what I have done.

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