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i love how your fingers fit perfectly between mine
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sometimes we just need a person to listen to how we really feel
i will always listen.
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maybe my hands
are always cold
to show
that
i would be nothing
without
you
do you ever crave someone's presence?
Loving you is like watching my own blood run down my arms and screaming 'it doesn't hurt'
The damage a storm can do
isn't even close to how I felt after you
anxiety

the feeling of being trapped inside your own body.

you struggle for air to breathe in and fill your lungs but you gain nothing. you cry; begging your own mind to understand you are okay. but your heart knows otherwise. you hide behind a wall of lies that have happiness written along them.

but your heart knows otherwise
'
'
Sometimes I think that maybe the night winds really do whisper your name

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