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Jul 2013
The memories pressure the pain
The thoughts of you haunt my nights
Your eyes when u look at me are burned into my brain
I miss our laughs and our little fights
Just being around your influence and warmth is what I miss most of all
Bleeding Rose
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Bleeding Rose  wonderland
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