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Aug 2017
I can hear the music
To the bottom of my feet
I have the lights off
Why don't you come and turn them on
I haven't even put clothes on
From the shower i took
Hair dripping wet and I'm cold
Where did you go
So far away
Why did you runaway
I don't see the positive
I can only see the rain
You told me I've been acting grey
Why does matter
Couldn't have you waited
I hear strange voice at night
Only to realize it's ours
In my dream
I can almost feel your presence
Behind me
Almost
eileen
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eileen
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