To be standing in a room, knowing I'm the only kid who misses you. That's called love.
Bad news has a way of creeping up on you. That hot feeling just chased away all the strength I had. I had so many words and now they're just ghosts.
Things were going to change, but I guess it's still all about you honey.
xxo
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