I miss a lot.
I miss the little church we would attend
The little yawns waking up in bed
The little cars we drove
The cave by the cove.
I miss the little things we had.
The little furnished apartment we shared
These memories are the barrel down which I stare.
I miss the little hugs we gave
The situations which we escaped.
Im going to throw myself into the sea,
Until these memories are the death of me.
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