Tuesday, April 20, 2010

missing.

it's days like this that i miss him.
it's days like this that i miss who i was.
it's days like this that i miss my laughter.
it's days like this that i miss our old house.
it's days like this that i miss my bed at home.
it's days like this that i miss playing volleyball.
it's days like this that i miss a really bright sun.
it's days like this that i miss having nothing to do.

it's days like this that i miss not missing a single thing.

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