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Don't know what's colder, This night breeze, Or The words that left your mouth. Don't know what hurts more, This open wound, Or The aching heart. Don't know what's more messed up, Losing you, Or Losing myself in you.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
Lost
Don't know what's colder, This night breeze, Or The words that left your mouth. Don't know what hurts more, This open wound, Or The aching heart. Don't know what's more messed up, Losing you, Or Losing myself in you.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 5:02 AM UTC
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