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Shardé Pillay Oct 2016
My heart is a black hole now that you're gone
I lay awake in my bed at night
Thinking about what we used to be
How we made love right here
And when you used to sleep next to me
I think about you in bed at night
And cry myself to sleep
The past haunts our future

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