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Feb 2014
Even now,
I still awaken
In a pitch black room,
Covered in sweat,
With my heart
Racing in my chest;
I wake up
With a tear
Running the distance
From my eye
To the pillow,
A lump sits in my throat,
And there is your name
On the tip
Of my tongue.
Written by
Kenz
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