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Saturday, November 21, 2009 12:28 AM
It's a four lettered word,
not anything vulgar,
or along the line of love or hate.
It starts with an m, and ends with an s.
Not moss,
not mass,
not mess,
but miss.
I miss you dearly,
I miss you greatly,
with every last atom of my living body.
I feel hurt and ignored,
your plain disinterest.
It's always just like that.
It repeats itself over again.
With new people, the old ones fade.
I want to tell you,
I don't know how to,
even though they all urge me to.
Silence is all that is around me.
Not that you cared anyway.
Not a single second, or a word.
I'm damn well convinced, every single dreadful day.
So goodbye to you and your perfect life,
the world, the universe, and the fading stars in between.
Thank goodness I'm going away.
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