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Jul 2013
How am I supposed to sleep,
With your voice fresh in my mind?
I tried so hard to forget it,
This has put me in a bind.
I'm not supposed to miss you,
I'm not supposed to miss you at all.
Yet all my willpower has been taken from me,
With just a phone call.
Shelby Azilda
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Shelby Azilda
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