Missing him is slowly becoming a bad habit.
So then, I write this out to remind me not to miss him again and again.
There's a feeling I could not resist, to say it right while being fine.
I shudder to the least, saying "I miss you" for the first time.
But who am I to miss? When you're someone, not even mine.
So then, I write this out to remind me not to miss him again and again.
There's a feeling I could not resist, to say it right while being fine.
I shudder to the least, saying "I miss you" for the first time.
But who am I to miss? When you're someone, not even mine.
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