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Jul 2015
I swear, even on my deathbed,
I would remember
exactly where you lived.
How your room looked
and which side of the bed
was yours.
And even if all of me
knows you're gone,
I would still knock on the door
and ask if you were around.
You've moved on and I will never get over you
Bec
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Bec  29/Cisgender Female/Ghost Planet
(29/Cisgender Female/Ghost Planet)   
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