Poetry About The Love That Was Never Mine

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The silence is starting to kill me. I miss you so much. It hurts to even think about you but you're all that's on my mind. I decided I was going to talk to you tomorrow but I don't know if I'll actually go through with it. I just miss the happiness I always felt when I was with you. You were my favorite part of everyday. When I stopped talking to you it was probably one of the hardest things I had to do.