otp: without you

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On the soft, tender touch of dawn, there seeding in the morning wind, I feel you with me ~ whisper sin. // I can’t forget you, I can’t cry. For you have lived and I’m not ready to say goodbye // aspire to remember, learn to cope; moving on is this life’s only hope. // How sadly relentless, how sad to wake; I can’t help but feeling like the wrong egg picked by mistake.