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I leaf my diary notebook every night
your name is on every single page of it, I read and break(inside)
I did tattoos of your name all over my body
so you believe, that one who is always remeber you is me
whoever asks me: how are you, I answer everything is great
nobody knows how much your place is empty here(how greatly your are missed)
now, I understand how is empty (how it feels)
"empty" means "witout you", "without you" means "empty"
I always think your absence would become okay for me tomorrow(it wont be bothering anymore)
tomorrow comes and I see I want nothing but you
I dont talk to anybody, there is no funny joke
it is obvious that there is no spring after all winters