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waking up cold in the middle of the summer back aching sheets denting every inch of skin sitting up stiff smothered under thin blankets head throbbing as the sun crawls through the blinds it's hard to feel you now it's hard to feel anything soft (I miss you)
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
you don't fit in my lungs like you used to
waking up cold in the middle of the summer back aching sheets denting every inch of skin sitting up stiff smothered under thin blankets head throbbing as the sun crawls through the blinds it's hard to feel you now it's hard to feel anything soft (I miss you)
noah
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
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