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the night before
the night before,
and in the morning after,
I’ll stare at my face in the photos,
or in the mirror,
and I’ll tell you that,
that there,
isn’t me.
I’ll leave,
a space for you to lay,
but you’ll never come,
cause you don’t think of me,
when you think of home,
I hope you can be happy,
but I can’t.
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and in the morning after,
I’ll stare at my face in the photos,
or in the mirror,
and I’ll tell you that,
that there,
isn’t me.
I’ll leave,
a space for you to lay,
but you’ll never come,
cause you don’t think of me,
when you think of home,
I hope you can be happy,
but I can’t.
© All Rights Reserved
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