Your coming over today. I haven't seen you in about a week, and I hated it. I'm pushing myself away already. I'm trying to find flaws in everything you say and do. This is what I always do, this is what i've been trying to avoid. I wish you were around this weekend. I miss those arms around me.
I'm not that strong...
I miss the lips that made me fly.
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