sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same
I miss your soft lips. I miss your white sheets.
I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek.
They say that true love hurts, well this could almost kill me.
The life is fading from me while you watch my heart bleed.
Young love murder, that is what this must be.
I would give it all to not be sleeping alone
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