Anxious

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That's what I feel not being able to contact
I want to see your face
To listen to your voice
Would it make me seem desperate
I don't want to seem like a chore
I just want to hear about your day
I hate being separated
To comfort you if it was terrible
I wanna hear what made it unbearable
I wanna make you feel comfortable
To make you feel heard
I miss you

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