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Think

I will miss you forever.
Like the stars never getting a glimpse of the sun before daybreak,
I have to forget you exist in a world where I do not.
It feels foreign,
longing for your devilish smirk.
Yearning for your locked gaze.
Aching for your smooth voice.
My blood transforms into velvet and comforts my sadness,
as I think.
OVERthink.
And I think,
you're incomparable,
matchless.



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