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Jun 2016
It kills me,
Now that you're not here.
It kills me,
That I can't talk to you.
It kills me
That you are going on
Living your lif without me.
But the thing that kills me the most
Is the way that you have forgotten about me
In ways that I could never
Forget about you.
Phia
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Phia  25/F/In My Own World
(25/F/In My Own World)   
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