I stare at the phone…

Ugh, I need you. Answer your phone, text me back. I miss you. I meed your hand in my hand, your soft lips on mine. I keep staring at the phone, hoping you sent me a message saying “where are you, I need to see you right now”. But we’re not kids anymore. But it hurts that you don’t care as much as I do. Damn.

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