When you gone
It all come clear...
The worst things to know,
The black side os people...
People I had as my love ones.
I can't believe in what
I see...
I ear...
It's all so absurd
Than sometimes I think
It's not real.
I'm in a nightmare,
At a long, long time.
Almost four years!
It's more easier to believe in that
Than to believe it's true...
I wish you where here,
To guide me in the dark
And end this nightmare
Because I want to awake,
Hug you
And say all the things
Left unsaid.
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