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I miss you. 

The world won't let me get up.

I walk through the town smiling, 

but inside, 

I'm crying. 

Seeing the comments, 

and the status as if they were made just for me to see. 

And it hurts. 

It hurts so much more than anyone can imagine. 

And I miss you. 

I miss the way you would ask me to go to church on Sundays even if I was miles away. 

I miss the way we would alway stalk about our best and worst parts of our days.

I miss the way that I could feel you, even if you weren't there. 

I miss so much of the way we were. 

And my choice haunts me everyday. 

Author's Note

This is completely unedited.
I just wanted to write.