Up at night I'm awake 'cause it haunts me
That I never got to say what I wanted
I'm not the same as I was with you
I would jump out my skin just to get you
Your silhouette is burned in my memory
Rubble left from the moment that you left me
And three words have never come easy
'Cause you're more than they ever could be
//Emily Warren & Frenship
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nostalgia after death
Teen Fictionwhere in souls become more human on their birthday discovering the meaning of life, while being dead.
