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There are times when I can sense your presence
But in reality you’re not there
And then there are times when I can feel your touch, taste your kisses, and smell
your scent
I awaken in tears; pillows drenched, because my dreams are so real
Unable to conquer my own feelings, you continually cross my mind
Thoughts of you, the good and the bad
There are even times that I want to ask God for another chance, but how could I
when you deliberately hurt me
Aretha Williams
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