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What is it this time-
Do I miss you again,
Or is this just the distance
Getting to my head?
I've got to regain at least
Some control of my thoughts,
But the train is off the tracks,
And I'm disoriented; can't call any shots.
I'm about 150 percent sure
That my anxiety is returning,
I stay up too late, shaking,
And my eyes are burning.
Every bone in my body
Is telling me to quit.
I shatter like stained glass
With each theoretical hit.
It's like I don't know
Who I am anymore.
I'm losing myself
And this time, I can't ignore.
I can't pretend to be blind
To the elephant in the room.
I forget that what I go though,
You do too..
So please accept my apology
In the form of my words.
I'm sorry for reminding you,
But we both know this hurts.
Do you see what being away from you
Does to my heart?
It's like loving a ghost
So cliche, and so far.
I grasp to what reminds me of you
I can hold on for the time being, somehow
But there comes a time
When "then" has to turn to "now".

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