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Sometimes I mistake the warmth of the sunlight kissing my skin, for you.

I mistake the soft touch of the warm wind, that brings a comforting feeling in my heart, for you.

I tend to forget, that I'm only mistaking what you, used to be like.

All I feel now is the bitter cold dagger you stabbed into my heart. How you make my stomach drop at the sound of you're name.

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