Each day when I wake up, I miss you.
Each night before asleep, I cry because I miss you so.
The story that I know only with pain and all sorrow.
Even writing this piece had made tears fall down my cheek.
I love you. I miss you. Yes, I do.
Be with me please. I willing to sacrifice all men in my phonebook as long as you are here with me always.
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