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Jul 2017
It's not enough,
to be breathing, to feel the wind against my skin,
when you are thousands of miles away
and I have no one to hold at night,
I have no one to love when you're gone.
Let me remind you what you're waiting for. //
Will you really come back? I'm sorry I've been doubting you.
morning glory
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