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Aug 2014
My pillow never seems to be dry anymore
You took my heart and broke it into four
But you know what it's all yours
The smile I adored
The voice I adored
Are all washed away on the shore
Every time I open the door
Your the one I keep on looking for
I wish I could take back all fights we had before
But I now can't even share the happy ones
I can't even breath with my lungs
Here it comes
The sound the drums

-Aceel RD
Aceel RD
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Aceel RD  Jeddah
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