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i lie in my bed, all night long.

asking myself, are you really gone?

all i hear are your whispers.



i long to hold you

i long to be hear you

i long to tuch you

i long to smell you

all hear are your whispers.



in my dreams are all these thoughts

just waiting to break free.

why have you done this to me?

but all i hear are your whispers.