Call
5:09 and Im standing by for a call, or even a text. And we havent talked in weeks but God forbid you need me, and I should be asleep. Yet I swear Im already dreaming to think that you would reach, need to be with me. I dont see you, not unless I dream you. Give me a redo. Cant you see I bleed you. Yet I know, we will never be two. You just cannot love me, and thats part of why I need you.
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