1 min readOct 13, 2023
Every now and then
I like to think of you,
Remember of what it felt
Having you.
I find myself crying
Because you are not here,
Because I miss you deeply,
Miss having you near.
There were many nights
That I slept next to you
Every now and then
I like to think of you,
Remember of what it felt
Having you.
I find myself crying
Because you are not here,
Because I miss you deeply,
Miss having you near.
There were many nights
That I slept next to you
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