Witty Profiles
It's
the
nights
like
these
that
I miss
you
the
most.
The
nights
whem
reality
hits
and
I'm
completly
alone.
And
the
sun
goes
down,
lights
turn
out
and
covers
are
pulled.
And
what
do I
do?
I sit
here
and
my chest
caves
in.
Nights
like
these
tear
me apart.
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