who am i that i’m not enough or is it that i’m too much trouble?
who are you that you are there yet are not there at the same time?
what is a morning without the light that makes the day shine?
what good is the cup half full without flavor happiness adds to it?
where is my mind when i reach for something, anything, to pull me from this quicksand and what i grab is a ghost?
where do i go when the only place i want to be is safe?
when will you stop being on the tip of my tongue and heavy on my heart?
when will the idea of you stop being the first thought each day and the last prayer at night?
why do i love and need you?
why do you not?
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how silent are the days without the music a happy heart makes?
how long are the nights knowing there will be nothing but dreams that lead to empty places?
a dozen questions
one answer
a dozen answers
one meaning
nothing
god
how i miss you
50 Shades of Gray Hair 