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After All, They are Just Words Aren't They?

by @savannah-charlish

It's so silly to me That I can't just call you and say that I miss you And then call you the next night to tell you I'm over you I hate that I can't pull you along these tidal waves of emotion that all trace back to you Because I could call you Read you all the poems that put into words what I cannot Sing you the songs I cry to because nothing can drown out the silence of the space you used to fill Keep you up all night so you know how it feels to never get sleep because you're plagued with memories and strategies to get them back I dial your number all the time To tell you all this because it's so damned silly to keep it all in But then your response? Well the fear of what you might say stops me Every. Single. Time.
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20 / F / American
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Jul 8, 2015
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