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Sep 2018
The days you're gone are the hardest,
I sit alone in the living room,
trying to find the courage to do the impossible;
live without you.

Seconds feel like hours,
hours feel like days,
moments pass me by,
moving in slow motion.

No matter where you go,
no matter how far,
I will be waiting,
til the end of time.
9/23 - 9/26
three days too many
Lost
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Lost  19/F/probably my bed
(19/F/probably my bed)   
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   Fawn, --- and Sam
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