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When I'm laying down

in our bed,

I'm thinking

about us.

About all the time

we have spent together.

— I miss this.

About all the kisses

we gave each other.

— I miss this.

About all the hickeys you left on my neck,

telling me that I'm yours.

Telling me that you are only mine and no one else's.

Lies.

But

Your lies were just beautiful dreams.

That now turned into nightmares.

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