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I miss you every hour of everyday. And you know what the worst part is? I'd catch myself looking around for you. 

"Why?", you may ask. 

For a number of reasons. 
Maybe I had seen something and I wanted to tell you about it. Maybe a new experience happened to me and I wanted to share it with you. But in all honesty, mostly it is because I wanted to hear your voice. 

And then it hit me.... you aren't there. You don't want to be found. 

It kinda fucks me up and puts me in a funk.... the kind of funk that puts me in a funk that beats any other kind of funks put together. 

And you know what? 
It ain't a funky kind of funk.


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  • My rates still will not take. 5 stars.

    Aug 06, 2021

  • Great poem, good to see you writing again Zee 😊👍👌🐝

    Aug 08, 2021

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