I miss you
I miss your scent,
your smile.
I miss having you here,
I miss our moments.
It’s like my head is being held under water,
and I miss you like lungs missing air.
I miss your scent,
your smile.
I miss having you here,
I miss our moments.
It’s like my head is being held under water,
and I miss you like lungs missing air.
“Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, don’t you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.”— Cormac McCarthy, The Road
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