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Nighttime

I can't wait another day
'Til you come home

How many times do I have to say I love you before you come home
Back to me

Every day, clutching your photo
I cry myself to sleep

Your tokens of love
Choke me to my oblivious world
With only you and me.

Haunting dreams of the past
Waking up with a sad smile
Knowing all that we have
Are broken memories.

I clutch at the broken pieces that are left
Trying to put them back together
Bleeding from these cuts
Only to shatter into another thousand pieces
An unfix-able puzzle piece
With gaps all around
Knowing that these gaps won't be filled
'Til the world returns.





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