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I dream of you. Standing next to a car with leather seats that became too hot in the summer.  With eyes, golden as the embers in a fire With arms, hugging me tightly With lips. that kissedmy forehead when I was sick
I never fully understood an addict's continuation with drugs.They acknowledge it's doing them physical harm, yet hunger for more.Caught up in the vanities of this world has shed light to their way of thinking
I am too young to be in love. I am too immature to be dating. I don't really know what I'm getting myself into. No. I am in love. I am mature. I know exactly what I'm getting myself into.
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