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<\/span><\/p>\nI miss me<\/span> I never had enough. It’s all silence now and you don’t give me words. You don’t want too. I have trouble breathing. It’s all way too hard. I always find myself on the ground now. The lights are too dim, and my heart isn’t giving. I’m not anymore who I wanted to be. I miss you. I’m mentally locked down. My smiles are too well rehearsed, and you make it hard to smile when you don’t want to sound a word.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Remember when I imagined it could be the same again.<\/strong><\/p>\n I was wrong again.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n I<\/span> <\/span>don’t want the same, I want to go on. Forbidden chances, you lived once – I can tell you I don’t imagine I’l live it again. I’m dying a thousand times lately, especially during the nighttime, when the moon is out again.<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n \n Would you ..<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Sit next to me. Play with my hair. I want to feel the care again. On any side of the coin, I want to be tossed around. I want you to side. Chose a side. Would you stand beside me? And catch me? I trust you .. I’m going to fall on you\u00c2\u00a0 ..<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n \n It hurts a lot.<\/strong><\/p>\n You have to catch me this time, no strings attached.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n Everything is in the distance now. Thunderstorms happen twice a week. And the missing sensations, they come along everyday. It’s really beautiful pain. You don’t wish to take it away. Grow up stronger, pick the pieces of broken and realize – at least it happened.<\/strong><\/p>\n \n The hard times will get worse, and I just want you to be around. With no strings attached, I’ll give you my heart unconditionally. You don’t need to give me anything. Just your presence.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n \n I miss you, you don’t have to miss me. I just want to feel.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n \n It will get better again.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I miss me I miss you I miss the past I miss what was I miss the fragments I miss our clauses I miss everything about you Your scent, Your taste, Your touch. I never had enough. I will never too. It’s all silence now and you don’t give me words. You don’t want too. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=605"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":614,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/605\/revisions\/614"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=605"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=605"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.puremassacre.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=605"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/strong> I miss you
\nI miss the past
\nI miss what was<\/span>
\nI miss the fragments
\nI miss our clauses<\/span><\/span>
\n<\/strong> I miss everything about you
\nYour scent,
\nYour taste,
\nYour touch.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n
\nI will never too.<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n