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Dec 2012
the worst part is when im sitting there
in bed
barely awake, everything a daze

the dreams feel real then,
I can feel your hands,
your lips.

My heart is full and the gap is non existent
and then I **** awake

and I cry because it isn't real.
Red
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Red  WI
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   Samuel
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