They Are Gone
Sitting alone writing these words
Thinking about you.
Sometimes I can hear your voice
In my dreams, I not sure if it
Is the real you or not.
When you lose someone
They are gone and they are never
Coming back.
I wish that wasn't true.
I wish that this was just a horrible dream and i would wake up,
But I know it is not a dream.
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