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Eight months without you.
Eight months crying and yelling at the moon.
Eight months forcing myself to eat.
Eight months of carrying our precious kids.
Eight months of loving you.
Eight months of not hearing your voice.
Eight months of not hearing you say I love you.
Wake up baby.
Im begging you.
Im fucking begging.
Im on my knees writing this.
Sorry for the tear stains.

-Harry your princess.