Sometimes when I think about the past I smile, sometimes I cry, sometimes I feel very bittersweet.
I just found some pictures of the past lingering around in the depths and I am feeling very bittersweet this morning.
I miss my baby, I miss my old life, I miss my friends, I miss you, I miss waking up and hearing "I love you" whether it's from a lover or my little boy, I'm tired of missing things.
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