What’s Wrong With Me

Sitting here trying to think;
not wanting to give into a single blink.
What's wrong with me?
What could it be?
Could it be the flu?
Nope, I'm just feeling a little blue.
What is it that's got me so down?
Not wanting to smile, but just keep on my face, a frown.
Without a shadow of a doubt,
I've figured it out!
You left and went far away.
And now, I'm missing you every day.
As plain as day, now I can see
I know exactly, what's wrong with me.

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