the thought of you
the thought of you
as I sat upon my bed thinking of you. I came to a sombering conclusion of us. if you really loved me, enough to be with me, you would love me enough see it through. yet. here I am with no reminisce of you. oh, the dreary dread of the memories of you. as they fill with my head with the different sensations of being with you, the memory of you is shared between two.
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