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Jan 2
3.
Staring up at the ceiling
Bottling up this strange feeling
Twisting and turning in my bed
Thoughts of you running through my head
Wondering if I should confess
To lessen this immense distress
But alas, I decided it was better to hide,
How much I want you by my side
Oh, dear, I've got it bad for you. If only you knew...
Flor
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