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Dec 2014
I awoke one morning
And i realised
I hated life
Because i couldn't spend it with you
Instead of accepting it
And moving on
I let the notion of you torture me
At four in the morning
When i was alone
And at four in the afternoon
When i wasn't
Call me foolish, naive and childish
Call me whatever you please
But it will never change my desire
And how it only burns for you
Written by
M McFarlane  United Kingdom
(United Kingdom)   
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