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sorrowdays · 3 years
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I miss you’re voice
And you’re gentle touch..
Another sleepless night thinking of you
I wonder if you think about me…
Here I am imagining you’re lips pressed against mine
I really do miss you
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sorrowdays · 3 years
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Sometimes it’s hard for me to get out of bed..
The sunlight tries to reach my face through the blinds.
But... I cover myself with the blanket.
I hate feeling like this,
Like I don’t have a purpose in life.
What am I meant to do?
What am I suppose to accomplish?
I just feel so lonely and uninspired.
Where did all my ambition and drive go?
I hate this,
Because I wasn’t like this before.
I was so passionate and happy.
I wonder when I’ll be that person again.....
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sorrowdays · 3 years
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I don’t know what to do
I feel so stuck and lonely
I feel like no one understands me
I hate feeling like this
You make my worst side appear
How could you betray me?
I guess you never truly loved me
Like I love you
Here I am alone
While you’re out there having fun with you’re friends
At the end of the day I’m always alone
Even when I’m with you I feel so lonly
I don’t know what to do anymore
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sorrowdays · 3 years
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I want to forget you but it’s so hard.
Everywhere I turn there you are....
Memories of you
All the songs I hear reminds me of us...
I miss you
But I can’t have you
I’m laying in bed trying to fall asleep
But there you are
In the corners of my mind
I miss you’re face
You’re soothing voice
You’re comforting hugs
You’re lovely eyes
Man, what did you do to me?
It’s like you enchanted me with
A love potion....
Another sleepless night
Thinking about you
My love
I’ll always love you
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sorrowdays · 3 years
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sorrowdays · 3 years
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Entry One
Sometimes when I look at the night sky. I picture how my life could have been if I made different choices. Maybe I could have been truly happy, or successful. Then I think about grabbing everything and running away. But, to where? I’m afraid of not being able to make it. I guess part of me is to hard on myself. Well, I’ll continue this tomorrow. 
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