I hate to be home.
I wish she was here.
It hurts to think about her when she’s not here.
I can’t explain it.
I care about her.
I know i probably did something stupid and went too fast.
I understand she’s scared.
I understand she’s nervous.
I understand she doesn’t want to be hurt.
I know that i’m sitting here.
I don’t want to be home because
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