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Mar 2014
I miss the way you made me feel,
and the way you made me smile.
The way you'd always say my name,
it made me feel alright.
I miss the way you'd say goodnight,
and the way you made me blush.
I miss the way we could have been,
and all we used to mean.
I'm sorry for all the things I said,
I really was quite cruel.
I don't expect you to take me back,
but at least acknowledge me.
Know deep in my heart,
I beg you to forgive me.
Isabelle Hampshire
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Isabelle Hampshire  Rome
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