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Mar 2015
My eyes are still wet from where you used to be,
I'm not sure they'll ever be dry.
The only way I think I could accept the fact you're gone,
Is if you come back.
So I beg of you,
In a dream,
Tell me that everything is going to be ok.
Katie Ann
Written by
Katie Ann  Hamilton
(Hamilton)   
208
   Millerdeux
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