As tears trickle down my face,
I sit here.
As I wallow in my self pity,
I sit here.
As I think about love's lost and situations past,
I sit here.
I wipe the tears that stain my face,
As I sit here.
"Where is he?" I wonder,
As I sit here.
"Who is he?" I also wonder,
As I sit here.
"Will there ever be a he?" I wonder,
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