The days that I remember that the dead can never come back I lay in bed all day and cry myself to sleep wishing i could trade places with her.
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BROKEN late night thoughts
PoetryThoughts that pass threw my head as I lay awake at night. Most of them are crazy. Please read in black
The dead
The days that I remember that the dead can never come back I lay in bed all day and cry myself to sleep wishing i could trade places with her.
