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Him. The way he laughs The way he remains calm in tough situations The way he holds me when I'm scared The way he looks at me like I'm the only one in the room The way he talks to me like he never wants to leave This was a small reality. A reality I had for a year Then it happened Whatever we had was gone Like the autumn leaves It disappeared Our love was over The fire we started burned out It was gone We didn't have the spark like the sparklers on the fourth of July We didn't have it anymore It was gone Him. It was all I could think about
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
Him.
Him. The way he laughs The way he remains calm in tough situations The way he holds me when I'm scared The way he looks at me like I'm the only one in the room The way he talks to me like he never wants to leave This was a small reality. A reality I had for a year Then it happened Whatever we had was gone Like the autumn leaves It disappeared Our love was over The fire we started burned out It was gone We didn't have the spark like the sparklers on the fourth of July We didn't have it anymore It was gone Him. It was all I could think about
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Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
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