D for Depression
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"I want to be your girl.
I want to see you whenever I want to, I want to go on dates with you, I want you to get me flowers and hold my hand in front of others. I want people to know you are mine and there is nothing they can do about it. I want to give the middle finger to everyone who thinks they have a chance with you and kiss you out in the open to prove a point. I want you to stop lying and keep me by your side because I belong there. I want to experience everything with you knowing you are mine.
And right now I want to touch you."
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