I don't even really know how to put this.
It's a feeling, when I think about you. The way you look at things.
Your eyes. Your mind. Your body. I knew them. I understood them.
My understanding has left a silver lining on my heart, when I see you.
And how nothing in your eyes, your mind, your body, has changed.
I probably miss you.
Or maybe the scar tissue will always be sensitive.
It's a feeling, when I think about you. The way you look at things.
Your eyes. Your mind. Your body. I knew them. I understood them.
My understanding has left a silver lining on my heart, when I see you.
And how nothing in your eyes, your mind, your body, has changed.
I probably miss you.
Or maybe the scar tissue will always be sensitive.
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