If you knew, if you even had the slightest idea how incredibly fragile my smile is, how acute my craving for affection is, how lost, broken and lonely I feel, how every bone, every single cell of my body aches to just feel your warmth, how emotionally hungover I get each time I close the door of your flat behind me, I wonder if I'll still be your Friday night girl...
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