Another cold night, alone in bed. I wish you were here. The sound of your voice does wonders for my soul. Oh how I long to hold you in my arms, to lay in bed and play in your hair, whisper I love you and I'll always be there. I start to wonder why I'm here and not there. Is this fates way of torturing me? Am I being punished for the games I've played at other points in my life? I act like everything is ok but its not........
Pride won't let me show it, but deep inside a nigga so sick... -Shawn Carter
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