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Here I am again,
Looking up to the sky,
Raising up my hand,
And hoping to reach for the stars.

Hoping that this isn't the last time that I will be seeing you,
That this isn't the last song I will ever sing for you,
That this isn't the last letter I will write for you,
That this isn't the last step I will ever dance for you.

Please tell me its not true,
I hope that this is the last time I will cry because of you,
I hope that this is the last night I will sleep without you,
I hope that this will be my last night spent missing you.

I assure to myself,
It will be okay to start a day without you.
However,
No,









Im badly missing you.





I whispered to the air as I wish in the stars.

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