Sitting in my room
Of artificial darkness
Depressing music humming to me
I torture myself thinking of you

I take out my yearbook
And stare at your picture
Wishing I could jump into the frame
And have one last talk with you

I miss seeing you
I miss smelling you
I miss feeling you a few feet away from me
I just have to be with you sometimes to know I'm okay

Eventually these feelings will go away
Your picture will fade
And the book will be put away too

But I dont want to say goodbye yet
I want to be tortured a little longer
 
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