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ever missed a person but, then realized that what you really miss is the person you were with them and not them? I thought I missed your cold hands at the beginning of the school year, around my neck as you kissed me I thought I missed the way your foot steps sounded next to mine as we walked to your house I thought I missed the way you looked at me before I knew you loved me but, maybe I just miss how naive I was maybe I just miss believing in someone maybe I just miss high school, the way the hallway smelled, the way the locker room was painted, the way my feet felt as I ran in circles around the gym, maybe I just miss being 15, being 16, being 17, being 18 or maybe I just really miss you the way your bed felt the way you touched me the way you made me feel
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
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ever missed a person but, then realized that what you really miss is the person you were with them and not them? I thought I missed your cold hands at the beginning of the school year, around my neck as you kissed me I thought I missed the way your foot steps sounded next to mine as we walked to your house I thought I missed the way you looked at me before I knew you loved me but, maybe I just miss how naive I was maybe I just miss believing in someone maybe I just miss high school, the way the hallway smelled, the way the locker room was painted, the way my feet felt as I ran in circles around the gym, maybe I just miss being 15, being 16, being 17, being 18 or maybe I just really miss you the way your bed felt the way you touched me the way you made me feel
Sirena
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Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
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