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Nov 2019
Sitting here waiting for you to come home
Waiting.
Just like I said I wouldn’t.
How did I begin to make my life all about you
And who am I when you aren’t here.
Punctured
An empty shell
Once full of life
My own life
I think.
Written by
Cassie
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