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I can't feel right.

It's really hard,
to sit here,
and think of life,
without you.

I don't know,
how to make things,
the same,
perhaps, im trying too hard.

But I want you back,
All has gone black,
I am blinded by pain,
my words have done me no gain.

Please, just let me know,
if such mistake,
cost me you,
if my words, have ruined it all.

I need to know, because
My heart is torn apart,
by the very thing,
I was going to do.

By almost making a mistake,
and loosing a close friend,
I think, i may have lost you,
I really hope, this is not true,

Because a moment comes in time,
where your words serve me right,
and all I need,
is some wisdom, and peace.

I love being direct,
but maybe you need some space,
I love making things right,
But as you wisely told me once,

You can't make everybody happy,
I just really hope,
that you are not part,
of everybody,

Out of my own spellbook,
I think, I may have lost you,
because I considered loosing,
your best friend.

I don't know what to say,
I don't know who I am these days,
But I really think,
I finally get it.

Your thoughts may have wondered,
To think that if my thoughts,
wondered into such dimensions,
That then, my value for you,
was just the same.

In the irony of it all,
it seems my actions have been
shut down by my words,
lonely, lies a man,
with friends who walked away.

I don't know why I feel this way,
But I can't let you walk away,
I have learned from my mistakes,
So with drifting eyes,

I wait here, because my blurred vision,
hopes to see you in the distance,
as a close friend,
who never left.

I don't know, if I could take your departure,
without at least a fracture,
deep inside, I just know,
I could not live without you,

I dont know why I feel like this right now,
I dont know what's wrong,
I just know that without you,
I can't feel right.

I miss you.
qk

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