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Jul 2013
there is a chance that i may never hear you voice again
and it is that chance that makes me pick up a cigarette
for the first time
there is a chance that i may never see your face again
and it is that chance that makes me wipe tears from my eyes
every single night
there is a chance that i may never feel your love again
and it is that chance that makes me pick up a knife
for the very last time
Charlotte
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Charlotte
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