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Mar 2015
How could I go my whole life,
not caring if I fell asleep next to anyone,
(I never cared until you)
How could I meet someone and care
for two years straight
about how I am not waking up next to you,
you'll be the death of me,
and you're in my dreams.
I shake when I wake and find you're not there beside me
it's ok
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