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Nov 2017
I sometimes hold my pillow,
I like to imagine that I can keep you warm.
Cold nights like these keep me up.

Tell me how I can’t go to sleep?
Why can’t I taste food anymore?
Will I ever feel joy again?

If you’re wondering if I’ll ever move on,
I won’t.
Not until I know that you’re okay.
Keasbey
Written by
Keasbey  New Vegas
(New Vegas)   
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