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Dec 2015
Not a day goes by where I don't miss you.
I hate myself for being so weak,
For not being able to move forward.
There's a constant ache in my chest,
That intensifies when you come to mind.
But still I let myself day dream about you,
Even though it hurts.
Sarah DeeSarah
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Sarah DeeSarah  Chicago
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