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Apr 2019
What is normal?
After you've left
Normal was rolling into your arms
Normal was talking till 2am
Normal was whispering and shouting
Normal was holding hands, running in the rain
They say things will go back to normal
Very soon, they promised
My normal
The only normal I'm used to
Was loving you
Sophie
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Sophie  F/High lands
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