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trite 11:49 a.m. I let you inside my body. Maybe it was months ago. Maybe I should move on. Maybe this is trite. All I really want is to be in your room again, laying beside you on your bed. Laughing. Being silly. Watching movies with you again. Listening to your records. Wishing I could live up to it all. I'm still wishing I could live up to it all. Godammit, I'm pathetic. I just miss talking to you. That's all. And I can't even say it to you, because you wouldn't understand. |
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