2:19 am.

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and how I wanted so bad for it to be you.
How I wanted it to be your arms pressed against my bare body at night.
How I wanted it to be your shoulder I cried on when I couldn't bare my thoughts any longer.
How I wanted it to be your lips to slowly press on the parts of my body that I hadn't been so nice to.
How i wanted so bad to cry into your arms the night that you brought me the endless tears... the beginning of the sleepless nights & the loneliness that crept into the empty spots of my soul.
How I wanted it to be you to tell me that everything was fine & it was just another nightmare & you wouldn't dream of leaving me.
how I wanted it to be you who proved not all guys were the same.
How I wanted every word that slickly climbed off your tongue to be the honest to god truth.
How I just wanted it to be you.

                          -2:19 am

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