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Jul 2017
My house is so empty
it's empty again
and I've been trying to do
as much as I can
but no matter the work
I still need my two hands
just to be with you
just to hold you
just to be what I am

And I don't need to tell you
how I'm not okay
And you don't need to know
how I hate everyday
And I don't need to tell you
you'll know anyway
Because you just see
right through me
and you know what to say

And I'll miss every second
I'll be counting down
I'll be watching closely
just to see you around
I'll miss your soft touch
on my rough skin, so now
just relax
and keep silent
don't make any sound.
IPM
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IPM  21/M
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   ekta and rose
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