The worst part is,
that I still miss you.
I still search for your face in a crowd.
wishing you hear me when I cry,
when I scream out for you
for you to come back,
for you to bring back all the love that you stole from me.
To return the love that you don't deserve.
Even when I know,
It's all gone to waste.
Every.emotion.in.vain.
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