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One, you make happy, not two much, just the right kind but it's three hundred times more than I've ever felt befour Five days later, still hooked with each other We'd spend six hours talking for seven days a week, and each day you never failed to ask if I eight already Nine weeks later, "hooked" became an understatement for we'd spent ten hours talking, eleven, if it's a weekend. It's a shame though, we didn't even get past twelve weeks. But love, did you know? Yesterday, I survived fourteen days without you I survived but I'm barely alive and now I don't know if I can think of another fifteen weeks without you.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
Fifteen
One, you make happy, not two much, just the right kind but it's three hundred times more than I've ever felt befour Five days later, still hooked with each other We'd spend six hours talking for seven days a week, and each day you never failed to ask if I eight already Nine weeks later, "hooked" became an understatement for we'd spent ten hours talking, eleven, if it's a weekend. It's a shame though, we didn't even get past twelve weeks. But love, did you know? Yesterday, I survived fourteen days without you I survived but I'm barely alive and now I don't know if I can think of another fifteen weeks without you.
I tried to make myself happy by making myself a lame number poem but I guess the only thing that can make me happy right now is you.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
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