If I may say,
I really miss you,
and my heart still hasn't let go,
though the mind has promised you that.
I just can't.
So even if I'm not helping myself exactly,
I am who I am.
Of course I can go on and on ranting how terrible days have been,
how unproductive at work I felt,
how much tears I have shed,
how lousy I have been feeling,
but every cloud has
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