five feet
Sitting behind you is a quick high gone bad. Here I sit overdosing on the memories of you while you sit 5 feet in front of me and 10 from her. All I want to do is run to you and tell you how much I Love you, not only through words but through my soul. But there is a room full of people and you are no longer free to roam my dreams. Yet here you sit. Five feet in front of me
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