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I miss you.

I crave you.

I need you.

Nothing else is filling that hole in my chest and it burns, it hurts me.

I feel as if I'm getting consumed by my loneliness, by the lack of you, by my desperate need for something that is out of reach. I feel like I'm drowning.

And I kiss you goodnight, and wish you a good day every day. Some will say that's more than enough, that's more than I need to stay alive, but for some reason I feel like I'm constantly grasping at straws, trying to catch a breath.

You're my life support, you're my life, you're my everything. But I need to take a deep breath and dive back into that dreadful place for the lonesome.