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Apr 2018
I want you to wake up,
And wish that I was there.
And when you have your breakfast,
To hate the empty chair.
To cry into your pillow,
Just like I do.
And for your bed to be so cold,
Since I’m not there with you.
But really most of all,
I want you to know,
With every fibre of your being,
You shouldn’t have let me go.
Haddie Brenner
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Haddie Brenner  London
(London)   
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   JL Smith
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