Today, I didn't miss you.
I laid in bed, and thought of the outside world.
My favorite spot on the creek.
The hill where I want to build a house.
The type of person I want to be.
The places I want to go.
The family I want to raise.
And the man I want to marry.
But never a thought of you.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
Today, I didn't miss you.
I laid in bed, and thought of the outside world.
My favorite spot on the creek.
The hill where I want to build a house.
The type of person I want to be.
The places I want to go.
The family I want to raise.
And the man I want to marry.
But never a thought of you.
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