Sitting here in the dark listening to the thunder and watching the lighting, half awake, half asleep, dreaming of you and wishing you were here next to me, curled in the blankets with me.
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Sitting here in the dark listening to the thunder and watching the lighting, half awake, half asleep, dreaming of you and wishing you were here next to me, curled in the blankets with me.
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