Being Alone.

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I lied, okay?
I thought I liked being alone I told you I loved it. I loved the solitude and the quietness and only the sound of my mind thinking.
But I lied, okay?
I hate being alone. I get restless. My palms sweat and my legs shake. My mind races with devilish thoughts that threaten to swallow me whole.
I hate it. God.. I hate it.
And lately all I can think about is you and if you are thinking about me or not. I want to be in your arms.
I hate being alone because it gives me the chance to think and my thoughts are a force to be reckon with and i for sure loose to them every damn time...

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