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When I wake at 5am, I no longer am greeted by tufts of blond and brown. Instead I am greeted by a pillow With an empty indent where you used to lay And it is then that I realize When I wake at 5am you will never awaken with me.

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kama_kameleon

24 / F / American

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Written by

kama_kameleon

24 / F / American

Published

May 16, 2014

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Tags: #love #death #loss #in #the #morning #five #mourning #5 #oclock

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