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Where are they?
My head throbbing and pounding, the screams are loud and the echo is harsh.
I lay in bed crying out for the love I once had. I lone to be held and felt emotionally inside and out. My hands often wander around my body pretending that your here. Where are you my perfect one? I don't know.
I lay in bed crying out for the love I once had. I lone to be held and felt emotionally inside and out. My hands often wander around my body pretending that your here. Where are you my perfect one? I don't know.
Published 16th Feb 2018
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