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Jul 2013
Its 1 and i'm sick and all alone, I decided to blow up your phone. I miss you so much and want your sweet touch. I hope you can come home.

It's now 2 and I still miss you.

It's 3 and I wish you were with me.

It's 4 and i'm laying on my floor.

It's 5 what a surprise

It's 6 and guess what? I'm still sick

It's 7 and I got no sleep. My rhymes are getting weak I wish you were with me instead of in heaven asleep...
Tasha Evans
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Tasha Evans  New York
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