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Mar 2012
Every night after,
I watched the sun come up.
Too afraid to sleep.
Too afraid to lose you again in my dreams.
The bags under my eyes
soon became the suitcases of your sorrow.
I was worn out and petrified.
I couldn't face it all again.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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