7th May 2013

Without Myself.

I miss crying to you in the middle of the night.

I miss running to you so you could hold me tight.

I miss knowing no matter what; I'll always be there.

With you holding my hand I was never scared.

I miss staying up late imagining you were there

Beside me so I wasn't alone when the demons came

And took me away.

And I'm still missing. 

The End

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