Missing You

When I think about you,
the air is sucked out of my lungs,
and I can't catch my breath.

When I look at pictures of you,
tears form behind my eyes,
and I can't blink them back.

When I dream about you,
my nightmares become my reality,
and I can't seem to stop that.

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