home
his absence
is at its loudest
when it's late at night
and i'm alone in my bed
trying to keep it together
while thinking of the way
his arms used to hold me
so close, they always felt like
home
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his absence
is at its loudest
when it's late at night
and i'm alone in my bed
trying to keep it together
while thinking of the way
his arms used to hold me
so close, they always felt like
home
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen2U.Com