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The last time I told you I loved you It was a Sunday afternoon All I wanted was a call But the Sunday before was when I knew You told me to go Never really thinking of how much it would affect me, now did you In the 15 minutes I deduced that I wasn't enough Now that I think about How annoying I must have been with the constant 'I love you's I told myself that I needed to understand that you had other things to do Realize where I fit in your list of priorities Out of sight, out of mind Is this what we have come to? I used to have a countdown, of the days until I would get to see you To hold you to touch you to kiss you To be With you I deleted it I'm not sure what I have to look forward to with you 2350
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
October 7, 2014
The last time I told you I loved you It was a Sunday afternoon All I wanted was a call But the Sunday before was when I knew You told me to go Never really thinking of how much it would affect me, now did you In the 15 minutes I deduced that I wasn't enough Now that I think about How annoying I must have been with the constant 'I love you's I told myself that I needed to understand that you had other things to do Realize where I fit in your list of priorities Out of sight, out of mind Is this what we have come to? I used to have a countdown, of the days until I would get to see you To hold you to touch you to kiss you To be With you I deleted it I'm not sure what I have to look forward to with you 2350
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deola-chiong
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
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