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It's hard to explain,
that the blood running through my veins,
Is not the same.
That my eyes don't shine as bright,
and I close them real tight,
When I think about you every night.
I guess it's the fear,
of not having you here,
In times of despair.
Or maybe it's that smile,
that I haven't seen in a while,
But I am ready to walk a thousand miles for.
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PC: Image by Karolina Grabowska from Pixabay
