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At least once a day this sort of... anxiety will come back to me. This fear that I am notgood enough for her and that one day she will accept that she hates me. Every time
The running in a game of hide and seek has started. Do you not hear the drumming as we chase up the stairs, and look over our plum color shoulders to watch the shoe fall from my foot?
I remember when you and your friends first met us At Half Moon Bay You stood out the most in my opinion The water hit just below your torso
Blue skies Blonde hair Bright eyes You didn't care White lies Daydreams That's the story of you and me Fading In and out Your lies They fuel my doubt Broooken hearts