My adolescence is gone. It fell through the cracks of this screen.
I'm home alone and searching. I want to find you, words with meaning.
What if I don't find you, or your historical connotation;
Your connection, and your real-life citations.
I needed you. I studied you. Not quite memorized, but I read you every day.
I am not conceited, just yearning to read what the letters from my past have to say.
Please come back. My heart will be missing until your return.
Please come back.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC
My adolescence is gone. It fell through the cracks of this screen.
I'm home alone and searching. I want to find you, words with meaning.
What if I don't find you, or your historical connotation;
Your connection, and your real-life citations.
I needed you. I studied you. Not quite memorized, but I read you every day.
I am not conceited, just yearning to read what the letters from my past have to say.
Please come back. My heart will be missing until your return.
Please come back.
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