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I never know what to do with my hands Their favorite thing to do is touch you Now you aren't here I'm homesick for arms that don't want to hold me My "last drink" just became the eleventh But nothing at all has changed I still love you, I still love you, I still love you
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
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I never know what to do with my hands Their favorite thing to do is touch you Now you aren't here I'm homesick for arms that don't want to hold me My "last drink" just became the eleventh But nothing at all has changed I still love you, I still love you, I still love you
1:08am 10/28/14. Tomorrow will be one month
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
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