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Life goes on... 9:35 p.m. Sometimes I just want to reach out and be able to feel the silkiness of your hair between my fingers. I want to lay down beside you... Kiss you... Whisper that you're my one and only true love. You're a million miles away, and I fall asleep at night wishing you were here. Maybe one day, we'll finally be together, but will you love me as much as you said you will? I have issues, my dear. Just like you or anybody else. I'm so irresponsible, unorganized, insecure... I just have to have hope then, I guess. Life goes on, no matter what. |
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