There's barely ten minutes left until one in the morning and I am thinking of you. It's been a while since I've done so, but as my eyes squint down at the dimmed screen of my laptop which shows our past conversations, I cannot help but feel an outburst of emotion in me.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 1:04 PM UTC
There's barely ten minutes left until one in the morning and I am thinking of you. It's been a while since I've done so, but as my eyes squint down at the dimmed screen of my laptop which shows our past conversations, I cannot help but feel an outburst of emotion in me.
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