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May 2020
I contemplate all that has transpired
Mentally exhausting, weakening, I am tired
Tired of the drama that I created
Tired, just tired of all we debated
It’s empty now, my heart that is
It’s empty now, my heart that is
Dreaming of the day I wake without you on my mind
Dreaming, dreaming of who I may find
It’s empty now, my heart that is
It’s empty now, my heart that is
Moving on is honestly hard to do
The voice inside, please, please say something new
It’s empty now, my heart that is
But not for long, promises, promises
Written by
Michael Southerland
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   Bogdan Dragos
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