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Jul 2019
I don't like going to bed.
Because I lay there thinking about you instead.

I feel haunted by your memory to be honest.
I must tell you that these nights are the longest.

I would do anything for you to have never left me.
But now you only exist in my memory.

I Just want you back.
You are the one person that I lack.
Em
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Em  you tell me.
(you tell me.)   
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     Minister Jenna Williams and Lighter
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