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Oct 2014
You're a little ****** in the back of my brain,
Growing until I can't feel my feet.

You're a world away from me right now,
But time told me we were close.

I long for your warmth,
But feel colder when you leave.

A constant worry drumming through my head,
Feeling blood surging through my veins.

I tiptoe the stairs and fall quickly to bed.
Written by
Caleb Pinnell
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