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The scent of your perfume on my pillow, it's long gone. I don't know if I want you back, but for certain, I want it back. It awakens not just my body- but my soul. It stirs my inner goddess, I crave you. I want it back. It brings a stretch in my stride, a stroll in my step. Making me believe, I'm the best version of myself. I want it back. It makes me a wanderer, a dreamer, like I've got the world at my finger tips. I want it back. I'm done with watching cars that pass me by, hoping that you're in it. I'm done with thinking about my goals, they're just dreams with deadlines. I want it back, I want the part of me that you took with you back.
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Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
Perfume
The scent of your perfume on my pillow, it's long gone. I don't know if I want you back, but for certain, I want it back. It awakens not just my body- but my soul. It stirs my inner goddess, I crave you. I want it back. It brings a stretch in my stride, a stroll in my step. Making me believe, I'm the best version of myself. I want it back. It makes me a wanderer, a dreamer, like I've got the world at my finger tips. I want it back. I'm done with watching cars that pass me by, hoping that you're in it. I'm done with thinking about my goals, they're just dreams with deadlines. I want it back, I want the part of me that you took with you back.
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theinsatiate
Indonesian
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
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