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Sep 2014
It's midnight and all I can think about is how much my lips are craving to feel yours.
And instead of sleeping
I'm awake thinking about where we went wrong
I'm trying to remember the exact moment when I lost you and then it hit me that you were never even mine.
Written by
Kristina  27/Genderqueer/Australia
(27/Genderqueer/Australia)   
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