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Im alone It’s almost midnight Im sitting on the floor of the shower in my Quiet home And if I close my eyes Cheek pressed again Cold White tile I could imagine you Through the outside of the door Waiting on me to get out How could be so desperate to talk to me We do this over and over and over But really it’s you Why even talk to me? Do you understand how badly I miss you Or is this just some kind of Sick reassurance I can’t stop thinking about you still After all these years
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
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Im alone It’s almost midnight Im sitting on the floor of the shower in my Quiet home And if I close my eyes Cheek pressed again Cold White tile I could imagine you Through the outside of the door Waiting on me to get out How could be so desperate to talk to me We do this over and over and over But really it’s you Why even talk to me? Do you understand how badly I miss you Or is this just some kind of Sick reassurance I can’t stop thinking about you still After all these years
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Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
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