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Jun 2016
When I ask you how you sleep at night,
I'm really hoping you sleep alright.
When I ask you how you live with yourself,
I'm really asking what it's like to do everything right.
And when I say
"I never want to see your face again",
I'm thinking
'When can I see you next?'
I can't get these thoughts of you
Out of my head.
ren
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ren  20/F
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