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Feb 2015
If only you saw the countless words I've wrote.
Or the many nights I haven't slept.
Maybe even the times my mind has been filled with only you,
and I'm sat here, typing away,
to the ticking of my clock,
which seems to slow down time as my mind morphs an image of you.
I can't help it.
Maybe I loved you,
Maybe I still do.

Written by
Alicia  20/F/UK
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