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Y O fucking U

I can't sleep.
You're running through my mind like it's the fucking Boston marathon you're trying to win.

I can't even close my eyes. It's nothing but you. Your hand stuck out, palm wide open, like you're ready to take something from me that I'm not ready to give.

And I just want to thank you for making me feel like I'm the only one.
Ever.
Ever ever.

Just don't feel like you're not getting thought about.

11:55 p.m. - 2012-03-13

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