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Oct 2017
As I sat here drinking my coffee I waited here for you to love me
As I sat here smoking  these toxic cigarettes I am still waiting here for you to love me

But eventually my coffee ran cold
And my cigarettes died out
Just like your love for me  

I craved your love like coffee in the early frost bitten mornings
it is toxic like the cigarettes I smoke

But I’m still sitting here
waiting for you to love me
John Doe
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John Doe  20/In my bed
(20/In my bed)   
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