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Everyone is in love
Waiting for someone
Their past love to come back
Filling in the hole
It must be a blessing in disguise
For me, not to long for someone
To hurt at night
From memories that are haunting
And beautiful
I sure wish there was
Someone whom I write for
But all I have are ideas
Stories I've heard
Moments where I captured
Tiny pieces of
How it felt like
I do long for someone
But I don't dwell much anymore
People enter your door and leave, took a little part of you
On the streets they can't even look or smile at you