The world isn't perfect.. Nor is it kind..its harsh and selfish. But so am I. I want to spend all my time with you. When I sleep I dream of you.. When I'm awake all I can think about is you. And I know it's selfish.. Cause I can't have you.. I can't keep you in arms reach.. So I crave for you.. Please come home..
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MindFulMess .5 (Growing up Series)
PoetryForget Mindfulness My mind Is A Mess Growing Up Book Series's .5
