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Dec 2013
Sometimes I think about how it'll feel when I finally hold your hand.
Or lay eyes on you for the first time,
and it hurts a little bit.
Well, actually, it ******* aches. A Lot.
I ache without you.
I ache at the thought of you.
I can't even breathe.
Carmen Noir
Written by
Carmen Noir  England, UK
(England, UK)   
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   Eilish, derelictmemory and Maxx G
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