miserable and stunning

no man deserves punishment for his/her thoughts

If you can’t live without me, why aren’t you dead yet?

Baby, I sorely miss the vibrant gleam that’s in your eyes.
It was there every time you spoke my name.
Every time you said you loved me.
That you couldn’t live without me.
It was in mine, too.
I miss that the most.

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