I miss you,
I miss your smile,
I miss your embrace.
I miss the way you look at me.
And I,
I miss your face.
I miss the way you acted.
I even miss the way you did,
All the little things you did.
I'm not content with this,
How can sentences mess me up,
And make me want to live like this?
I don't want to live like this,
No I don't want to live like this.
Cuz, I want to live life with chyou in my arms.
Cuz I want to live life as a necklace and you as my charm.
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