Twelve hours without you feel like twelve days. I've never felt like the way you make me feel. I wouldn't call this love, maybe infatuation. Either way, it's fucking brilliant. I lost the memory of how to sleep without your arms and as I sit here on this cold morning in one of your t-shirts, I wish I could take a nap in your soul. Along with my
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