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traces of your hair lingers beneath my pillow case, fragrance of you rolls down in my comforter, and memories of us hunting my mind every night I lie down. I wish I haven't taken you here, inside my room, inside me, and inside my heart. you become an illusion I could never take back again.

- Kyla

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