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there's so much i want to say.

but i can't, so i hold it in all day.

praying for the day i get to hear your voice again.

i sit alone in my desolate room with your voice playing over and over again in my head.

i can't stop myself but i wish i could sometimes.

i need to move on.

but where do i move to if i consider you home?

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