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May 2018
Is it just the thought of you
That I dream about at night?
When I long to touch your skin
Long to have you in my sight?

The memories are torture
But they're locked away within
And it's hard when I ignore them
So I let the demons win

The hardest and the sweetest
Reminiscent of the times
Where I thought you really loved me
I really thought that you were mine

And I truly was a fool
I was the worst one of them all
Because I thought that you would catch me
Or at the least, you'd break my fall
Ruth Cardenas
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Ruth Cardenas
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