The Missing Whisper
I stare at the mirror hoping to see your face I wake up in the morning longing for your embrace but I look to the side not even a whisper you're gone into the dust nobody there for me now I see your pain was hard to see from an outside ear to a woman in grieve I hope you come back i miss you like a sister please give me a whisper before you leave forever.
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