You never know what you've got until you lose it.
Stop crying over spilled milk.
Expectations.
Dreams.
What ifs...
Regrets.
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Do you not miss me?
Do you not miss the touch of our fingers?
Do you not miss our meaningful glances,
Our laughs and smiles about things nonsense.
Do you not miss hearing our philosophical arguments,
Do you not miss us?
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I scanned it's pages,
Pages almost all about you.
All about your day, what you did, what you laughed about,
What you look like when you smile,
When you're about to cry and when your truly sorry
But why did it end?
Why?
