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2 am is the hardest when your mind is racing your heart is hurting and your fingertips are longing for one more touch, grab, feel, hold. so you convince yourself that your hands are his and you try to make yourself feel how he made you feel but somehow, you keep coming up short
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
2 am
2 am is the hardest when your mind is racing your heart is hurting and your fingertips are longing for one more touch, grab, feel, hold. so you convince yourself that your hands are his and you try to make yourself feel how he made you feel but somehow, you keep coming up short
It still hurts and the love is still very much real
jazmine-moore
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
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