You drift into my thoughts like the sea.
Sometimes you are soft and motionless.
Sometimes you crash into me.
I want you to leave me.
I want to be free.
But I want you.
And I want you to need me.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
You drift into my thoughts like the sea.
Sometimes you are soft and motionless.
Sometimes you crash into me.
I want you to leave me.
I want to be free.
But I want you.
And I want you to need me.
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