It hurts to know she isnt here.
Or that she cant be here, or she wont be here.
And she'll never be here.

If I had only made another decision...
Love sometimes passes you by, swift and impatient,
glowing for an instant, and then the cold seeps in.

It makes my senses numb.
I cant smile that naturally, I have to make an effort,
when somebody is taking a picture, to actually say cheese.

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