Twelve.

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Holy cow is this never ending?
Come back after come back. We are like the red dancing shoes. They can't be with or without another.
Still everytime I think about this whole situation I want to freak out. We just need to talk. Afterwards a lot things would be better. You are so closed. But for sure I know you better than yourself.
You are so afraid. But there is no need to.
One day I want to wake up and know that this is over or it got to a point where we talked and did our best to go on.

Oh my love. You've always been it. Since I've met you.

How will the story go on?

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