Days pass by.
I've got used to
The void inside.
I no longer cry.
Where are you?
Shielded in pretense,
Hiding behind work?
Mind giving a cue?
Inspite of trying,
You know something?
I still miss you.
I don't like lying.
Would you ever admit?
Don't. Just be happy.
I'll understand u know,
This act of remit.
(Not sure about the meaning of this word 'remit'...still in doubt as whether it fits here, whether it signifies the right meaning....another option to the last line "This denial to submit."
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