Missing you in the worst way. Thoughts of you cradle the mind. Dreams speak things I dare not say. Heart says all good things in time. I touch my neck and think of your lips. Blood rushes through my veins. I almost sense your fingertips, as your image I try to retain.
Reason for writing:
Always fucking longing and never being satisfied
Life...hmmm
Birth sign: Aries
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