8th day
i'm drowning...
reaching for a hand that i thought fits mine
waiting for the voice that can give me comfort
gasping for the scent that used to be so familiar
and yet
i still ... am alone
i'm drowning...
reaching for a hand that i thought fits mine
waiting for the voice that can give me comfort
gasping for the scent that used to be so familiar
and yet
i still ... am alone
missing you another day ...



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