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Jun 2019
Him
I see his picture and all I can think of is him
How much I miss his laugh and how much distance hurts
And when I close my eyes its like he's here again
I can imagine his arms around me and the smell of his cologne

I'd like to believe it will last forever
But that simply isn't true
It's only a matter of time before he sees right through me
And realizes I have nothing more to offer
Then I'm on my own again.
Philomena
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Philomena  19/F
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