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Apr 2014
the way you'd call me baby

the way you'd hug me from behind

the touch of your skin on mine

the way you use to look at me

the way you were the only person to make me smile from a glance

the way you wanted me

I miss what we had so incredibly much and knowing that it's gone forever kills me inside
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