I miss you.
Every day I think of you.
Every day I try to go on.
I am going on. But it ain't the same without you.
I wish I could talk to you one more time. One last time.
To tell you that I love you. And that I always loved you. And always will.
To hold you one last time.
To hear your voice again.
Hear you laughing when you're playing with your sunshine.
Just one more time.
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