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Dec 2018
I hear you breathing in.
The days are fading in.
My eyes are wide open.
Days speed past me.
If you need me, run to me.

The nights are fusing together.
The mornings aren't there.

My eyes are wide open.

All around me are memories
Written by
Mikayla  Littleton
(Littleton)   
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       putiira, hannashe and underestimated
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