January 2011
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I miss you; but only on the days that end in...
Lately, I don’t know what’s been wrong with me. But what makes things even weirder, is that I do, but I don’t…want to admit it to myself that I miss you, want you to lay beside you again and taste the kisses of your mouth it’d be the sweetest thing, really to just be wrapped in your arms with our noses pressed against one another, trying not to laugh as I end up burrowing my head into your...
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“I’m a wanderer now, sorrow befalls me
I laugh often so I suppose...”
