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Jan 25
sometimes, you're the only thing that's running inside my mind---
when it's past midnight and i can't seem to close my eyes,
when it's dark and cold and i'm all alone in sight,
i feel the ghost of your kisses on my neck haunting me.

maybe you'd think i'm having a nightmare, no.
because most of times,
i'd still choose this empty feeling over anything.
i **** at this, sorry.
Written by
marjo  16/F/in a book
(16/F/in a book)   
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