Hits me

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 Everything is finally over..
It doesn't hit me until, I feel the cold breeze on my skin, and your not there to make me feel warm; to give me a hug
When I play our song and your not there to sing along with me
Not hearing your voice, makes the world so quiet
No one's making a sound, it was only us
Now it's only me with nothing left

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