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Chloe 18h
I smell his shirt and the scent is a distant yet close memory, it's too familiar
I cry

It hurts it hurts it hurts

Why don't you feel the same
Do you miss me?
You don't

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts

I want to disappear
leave this all behind,
But I can't

I'm empty, more than lonely

It hurts it hurts, I hurt myself

I'm waiting, waiting and I don't know why
When you've moved on
I'm still here, waiting

I'm sorry, so sorry

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