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Mar 10
I want to call,
I want you to send me things,
But you asked me not to.
I just want to be loved by you—

If I cried out loud every time I missed you,
I’d punch a hole through my throat and soul too.
If I tried to grasp how much I love you,
I’d die a thousand thousand times without scratching the truth.
T
Lost Indeed
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