Sleeping in the winter. Sleeping at night with the lights off. I planned on leaving in November. I heard that you moved on. I could tell you about how I feel but I choke on every word until the meanings are lost. Every word won't make up for the feelings I forgot. It's hard to make out what was left in my bed. Just the spot where you would lay your head on my lap. I guess I should move on. Just move on.
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