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A day has gone
A week has passed
A month will soon be over.
I can’t last much longer
I am getting weak at the knees.
My heart is missing your love
My body is missing your touches
My mouth is missing your kisses
My ego is missing your compliments
My conscience is tearing me to pieces.
I need to ask you something.
I need to ask for . . .
Forgiveness.
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