XXVI part III

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But since then

you don't hear my voice anymore.

I'm not the first you say good morning to

I'm not the one you share your laughter with

it's not my hand that you hold when you walk in the spring breeze

you don't get excited to our little conversations anymore

but most importantly 

it's not me your smile is directed to when you feel happy. 

I'm sorry I should be happy for you

but I'm lonely.

It's not like I'm not apart of your life anymore

my life turn dark and colourless 

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