the longing is a pain a heavy pressure on my chest it rarely leaves and my day becomes a quest to try not to think about her and all that she brings forget about her magic all the beautiful things
surely there are other things to life but i can't think of one single thing that matters more than just to see her just to see her her smile her touch her smell her laugh
the longing is a friend a way to stay close and feel like she's here and feel like she knows that when i say i would die for her it's not just words i really would and to make the world a safer place for her well i believe i really could
surely there are other things to life but i can't think of one single thing that matters more than just to see her to see her her tears her sorrow her faults her doubts
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