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Jun 2015
Our grand era was over
Our final goodnight had been said
Yet I'm sitting, waiting for you at the bed
Because I just can't get over the fact
That nothing will ever be the same
And I have no idea how to stay sane
Something cool runs down my cheek
There's salty taste in my mouth
Three words on my tongue
That are so hard to get out

*"I'll miss us"
ICN
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ICN  F/NY
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