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Laying here in the bright sun with the grass prickling my skin I search for your hand. I love this place we call "Ours". No matter rain or shine, Heaven or Hell, I know I'll find you here waiting for me. Your soft breathing and the steady beating of your heart is my secret lullaby. Laying here thinking of you I'm not sure what do. You're slowly leaving but you still call this place "Ours". I want to feel safe again but you're so insecure. I want to feel your warmth again but you're turning cold. Laying here I think of you, hoping I might get over you.