Shot up,
from broken sleep,
Heavily breathing,
Guess you've really got a hold on me.
Absence
makes the heart grow stronger,
Or is it fonder?
I'll never know unless I get some sleep.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
Shot up,
from broken sleep,
Heavily breathing,
Guess you've really got a hold on me.
Absence
makes the heart grow stronger,
Or is it fonder?
I'll never know unless I get some sleep.
Guess it takes longer to heal than I thought.
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