This place feels cold,
and am growing old,
when did i get here,
this Godforsaking lair,
tis been long i felt you,
now my bed is missing you,
my silent heart that keeps beating,
has been my only melody,
it reminds me am still alive,
but tis only a solitude filled life,
so lonely but longing,
cause its you am loving.
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