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Aug 2015
At night I shut my eyes and dream,
not as a fantasy, but as it would seem,
the life that I'm already living.
You say you messed up, I'm just forgiving,
the truth is, I'm the one who's thankful,
because even when we parted, you stayed faithful.
Kyra Cereola
Written by
Kyra Cereola  Santa Barbara
(Santa Barbara)   
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