I see you sitting there, you have a look of sadness on your face. I wish I could help, but I don't know of the sadness that comes to you. We used to make each other so happy before. Why did that have to stop? I miss you. I miss seeing your outstanding smile and I also miss you making me smile. As long as you have sadness in your life then I will always have sadness in mine. Even though you wont notice, but we are still connected to the heart.
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