It feels strange sometimes, here. being alone, remembering you.
I can only talk to you. And that's superficial.
I can wish for you to be here.
And wait for a certain time to come..
There's this fact that we are together.
And we both love it.
I wrote this for you.
I can only talk to you. And that's superficial.
I can wish for you to be here.
And wait for a certain time to come..
There's this fact that we are together.
And we both love it.
I wrote this for you.
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