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Jul 2014
Sitting on my bedroom floor
Replaying all your perfect words
Your voice will echo in my mind
For until we get to speak next time

I'm missing the feeling of having you near
I'm losing out on life my dear.
Please don't play pretend.
My fragile heart shall love again.
Ruthie
Written by
Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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     Ruthie and Dinah M
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