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I Miss This

I Miss This

I miss things I've never felt before

I miss your arms around me

I miss the smell of your neck

I don't care what we do

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As long as we're doing together

I always feel alive

But I miss feeling it's worth being alive

I miss the absence of your fear

Your willingness to accept what I am

Your eagerness to be around me

I miss you feeling the way I do