I laid there on the warm carpet clenching the silky soft blanket close to my cold skin at 4:00 in the morning, drifting in and out of a light sleep. Wishing I could just call you and meet you in the fading darkness to have a small morning walk with. Through the desolate town and under the illuminating street lights, holding your warm hand as the
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I've seen some things you've written in your journal, you've got some talent yourself.
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I kinda rhymed it.
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