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Feb 2020
You use to wake before me,
Waking me with a text or call,
Since you left me I'm getting use to it,
Waking up on my own,
Staring at an empty phone.
Written by
Mary-Joy  25/F/Mount Gambier, South Aust
(25/F/Mount Gambier, South Aust)   
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