I've had a bad day at work. I'm tired. The anxiety is overwhelming. She turns away and sleeps. She doesn't spring up and comfort me like you used to. She doesn't hold my face and look into my eyes and say it'll be okay. She doesn't give me her arms to loose myself into. She doesn't give me her lap to rest my head on. She doesn't give me her love like you did. When I told you she's nothing like you, I meant it.
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