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Oct 2015
Waiting for me at my bedroom, in my mirror
In the car, right out the window
Talks to me through music
Haunts me through scents
Through distractions and coffee beans
Lives in me
In my brain
In my veins
In my bones
In order to **** it, it could **** me
Huda
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Huda  29/F
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