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Jan 2018
I look to my clock, it’s 2:30 in the morning
I’m reaching for my phone again
But the voice inside my head is screaming “don’t do it”

I start to dial that familiar number
Maybe you’ll answer, can’t help but wonder
“Leave your message at the tone” I knew it

I’m stuck listening to old voicemails from May
It’s the only way I can hear you say
“I love you”, even though I cry every time

Those three words sting me more than ever
When they used to make me feel so much better
Take me back to when you were mine.
Madison
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Madison  20/F
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