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sometimes
when i think i miss you
i remember the nights where i was alone
your "ill always be here" floating around my head with all the other pretty lies you told me
i remember the empty i felt , the broken , the weak
i remember the cries of agony and tear stained cheeks
and suddenly
i dont miss you anymore
(k.g)

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