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Jul 2014
4am
It's 4am and I still can't sleep
My insomnia came rushing back the day I met you
I just don't wanna miss you..
Even if that's all I can do
Are my words making sense babe
Are they
Because I'm not too sure
I just keep breathing
Breathing the words
As though inhaling your sweet smell
I cannot stop thinking about you
And it's 4am
And you don't even know me.
And I don't know you.
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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