could I get use to it, and deal with this fever,
simply lost my touch, drown in that river,
all these time you were there, to be my savior,
I miss you still, tho we just had a talk,
I do what you like, as I'm alone in this fog,
so your spirit lives in me, engraving on a rock,
always be in my heart, the one I seal and locked,
hope you doing good, I pray for the best,
now days I feel so restless, this I must confess,
not so far apart, but I see you less and less,
I suppose its part of love, its just another test.
ps: Missing you badly nny.
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