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Apr 2019
I think about you all the time.
You’re the first thing I think of
When I wake up, and the last
Before I go to sleep.
And I’ve started dreaming of you
More and more; you’re never not
In my head
And it’s suffocating.
But in a good way.
Written by
Alicia  19/F/UK
(19/F/UK)   
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