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Distance Makes the Future Cloudy

Distance,
The disease that is consuming,
Consuming us more and more.
The harder we fall for each other,
The more the distance seems
Much, much farther.
Once I thought I could handle it all,
Juggle between time for you,
And time for my friends,
But now it seems the longer your away,
The more time becomes strained,
The more my patience runs thin.
I want to break this cycle
Because the hurt weakens every muscle,
Every bone in my body,
But as the cycle grows, I fear this feeling
The feeling that scares me,
The feeling that someday
The you and me is going to be tested.
More than it ever has before.
I pray that we can make it through,
But as I grow weaker, the future becomes cloudier.

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