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these eyes these lips haunt me. im a classic scheme of misery and love. ill look for you one day. And maybe see youve kept your promises after all. Until then ill see you when i sleep. Or maybe when im too high to think. But ill pack the bong for us everytime i smoke alone. Because were best at 6 in the morning, fighting for the warmth and acceptance we already know we have. Ill miss you every night, more than i missed myself when we slept side by side. Because i gave you my darkest thoughts and you let me be your home. mostly i never said thank you for waking me up in the mornings, so gently. I always appreciated that.
