Why I miss you, I can say I'll never know; but I do.
You just can never understand. Words can never express the sentiment of intensity.
'It uses the sunshine as its muse but can be written in the most bitter of ink.'
Why I miss you, I can say I'll never know; but I do.
Sincerely, Maryanne signing off at, 9:33 PM
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