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The days you're gone are the hardest, I sit alone in the living room, trying to find the courage to do the impossible; live without you. Seconds feel like hours, hours feel like days, moments pass me by, moving in slow motion. No matter where you go, no matter how far, I will be waiting, til the end of time.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Waiting
The days you're gone are the hardest, I sit alone in the living room, trying to find the courage to do the impossible; live without you. Seconds feel like hours, hours feel like days, moments pass me by, moving in slow motion. No matter where you go, no matter how far, I will be waiting, til the end of time.
9/23 - 9/26 three days too many
LilBean
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
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