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Nov 2010
I am not used to being without you.
I am not used to not hearing your voice.
I am not used to letting you go.
I am not used to sleeping by myself.
I am not used to living without your passionate touch.
I am not used to being alone.
Galman Frederick Ferguson
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   Katrina Kovach
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