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Nov 2014
I sit here waiting for a message from you
when I know it'll never come
I lie here wishing and dreaming of you
and look at what I've become.

I've become unable

To move, to speak, to smile
I can laugh but it takes me a while.
To sing, to feel, to cry
I did too much of that when you said goodbye.

I keep thinking what we could have been
There's not one night you're not in my dream.
I wake up in a cold sweat
And realize you haven't come back yet.

So I realize
I'm unable
With
Out
You.
Luisa bernabó
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Luisa bernabó  Rome
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