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the way you'd call me baby the way you'd hug me from behind the touch of your skin on mine the way you use to look at me the way you were the only person to make me smile from a glance the way you wanted me I miss what we had so incredibly much and knowing that it's gone forever kills me inside
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
the things I miss most:
the way you'd call me baby the way you'd hug me from behind the touch of your skin on mine the way you use to look at me the way you were the only person to make me smile from a glance the way you wanted me I miss what we had so incredibly much and knowing that it's gone forever kills me inside
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
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