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Everywhere I go,
when I close my eyes,
I can still see you,
in long distance,
coming and smiling,
and for every blink,
you fade away from me,
not being there,
where I dream you to be.
I miss you,
And still now,
I'm sorry.
For everything, that happened,
for every tear,
for every hour alone,
for all the cold travels,
for my damn silence,
for the distance between us,
for you.
I can no more rest,
without thinking, how good,
these times where.
And as my mind passes,
only your voice passes by,
hearing me just saying,
that I don't want you,
but I miss you.
And I'm sorry .
About the Creator
The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny


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