Hate When I Miss You
I hate when I miss because when I miss you all I do is think about you.
Think about what you are doing.
Think where you are.
Think about your safety.
I wounder if you want me gone.
I wounder what you think of me.
Maybe I should have left you alone.
Maybe I shouldn't have done what I did so we wouldn't have met.
Maybe life would have been better off if I wasn't here.
I wish I could hear your voice, see your face, and know for fact that you're safe.
I miss you.
I hate when I miss you.
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