clean and lost

April 15, 2016

We sit alone

just the two of us

how i love you

you accept me

at my worst that is

never once

did you complain

yeah i know

i only want you

when i need you

always taking you

for granted that is

but still you always do

give me hope

guess i cant live

without my

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