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Dec 2013
I ache to see you every day, my god I'm addicted.
Just to pass you on the street
and feel those butterflies again.
I miss you, please come home.
I need to hear your voice,
even if you're not speaking to me anymore.
To see your smile,
even if it's directed at her this time.
takemebacktakemebacktakemeback
Tell me how much you love her if you want to,
but god please hold me while you do.
andrea hundt
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andrea hundt  Canada
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