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I've heard her clogs scrape every morning While I wake up alone in bed I miss her dearly The smell of her hair The chuckle cut short in Inappropriate situations I wish all of the pain Upon her, but none of it She said she was too selfish to be here I'm too selfish to let this pass
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
Still lonely
I've heard her clogs scrape every morning While I wake up alone in bed I miss her dearly The smell of her hair The chuckle cut short in Inappropriate situations I wish all of the pain Upon her, but none of it She said she was too selfish to be here I'm too selfish to let this pass
yang-desojo
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
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