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Up and down and up and down and up and down.
I long for you. To see you, and make you laugh, and bathe in your words. Thanks for holding my hand, even if you didn't mean it. I feel like in another time or place, maybe in the future, you'll confess yourself. I'd like to say it first, but i wont risk your friendship, I adore it too much.
Seeing you makes me laugh and reminess to that lonley night. Your a childhood fantasy gone astray. I can take or leave your personality, but I'd love a second tango.
All I could ask for the weekend was to extened my mind. It figures my hopes were too high, expectations too great. Oh boomer baby take me away please.
2:30 am. Time for a call.

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