Oh man of mine, I'm missing you
Kissing your forehead
Your eyes
Your fingers that write me
In your hug
Dying to talk to you
To hear you
Why are you so simple, and pure, my boy?
I love you;
I'll always love you;
I'll always be with you,
No matter how much distant we are.
Come on, please finish the anger-line
Don't torment me this way
Talk to me, hey...
Come on!
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