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❝Last night, I laid in bed, hair a mess, I could only think about you. Your last text to me, was the last thing I thought of before I could sleep a wink. Your scent, tickled my insides, making my heart churn to breathe you in, just like I used to do. Oh, your last gaze; before I could stop, I found myself getting lost in the best image of your glistening eyes that my tired mind could produce. The last wave of your cold hands, the one I promised to hold forever. I remembered how I felt the warmth drifting away when you last held me. Your last smile to me that I had dearly engraved in the dry land of my lonely heart, I could feel the depth of your dimples on my fingertips. Last night, I laid in bed, thinking so vividly about the last time you held my hand​.❞

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