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Jan 2014
Every day seems longer than the last,
And all I can do is think of the past.
No matter what I say or even do,
All that I can think about is you.
The way I felt like I had so much time,
Back when you were mine.
But now that time is at an end,
And all I do is lie in bed,
Always thinking of that time,
Back when you were mine.
Written by
Sterling Sakach
391
   Maman Screams
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