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Apr 2014
i have lost the will to move from this empty bed.

all i want to do is sleep, but my mind quietly begs you to come lay next to me.

i know you won't, so i torture myself with thoughts of you with her instead.
I dont want to get up ever i dont want to walk through the halls because everytime I see you you're next to her
Taylor
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