special someone

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Waking up every morning,
with a wound on my heart that doesn't seem to heal,
thinking about a special someone that was once always right here,
my brain is always in motion,
just thinking about all the commotion,
thinking about the world,
where are you at??
the day that you left is like my world crashed right to the ground,
without a remedy to liberate me from this big change,
years pass and days are gray,
with all the rain every day,
things aren't the same,
now life is so lame,
hoping for one day to see that special someone that I once met.





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