"i need you." he heaved out, taking deep breaths after catching up with the girl clad in black.
"you don't need me, you're just in love with the feeling of needing me." she muttered, inching further away from the boy's grasp.
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Poetrya collection of 3am thoughts and poems from an insomniac some are my own and some are inspired- Copyrighted© 2017 started; 20/09/17 highest rank: #487 in poetry
