There are times when I bite my lip and hope you don’t notice
My stomach twists and turns, making room for all the butterflies and I fall once again
Hoping that everything will go away, but secretly wishing it won’t
There are memories of us that flood my dreams over and overWaking up squeezing my pillow tight wishing you could replace it
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but i highly doubt it
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