Goodnight

Every night
I pray
not
to
wake
up
And
every morning
I think
Damn.
Someday
I’ll
wake up
in
your arms
again.
Til then,
I live
in hope,
I live
in hell.
Goodnight,
my darling.
I loved you
then
I love you
now
I love you
always.

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