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Dec 2014
The days go by,
Not hearing your voice
Or seeing your face.
The seasons change
And the days get shorter.
All the while
You're over there
While I'm stuck here.
My heart aches
To be with you,
To hold you close,
To hear your heartbeat.
My mind goes back
To when you were here,
To those nights
Where you looked into my eyes
And made me feel so safe.
You were my everything,
My beautiful mistake.
Rebekah Marie Fleck
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Rebekah Marie Fleck  25/F/Maine
(25/F/Maine)   
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