Everything makes me miss you.
You're every where.
All around my house,
All over my clothes,
Around the town,
Consuming my thoughts.
You're all over, and I don't know how to stop thinking.
I fucking miss you.
And I want you to come back into my life.
So I can stop thinking and not have to miss you anymore.
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A Collection Of Things I Am To Afraid To Say
RandomSometimes, writing down what you wish you could say, is enough to make you better.
