I've been waiting for a good day . I've been holding back long enough. I've been hurting to tell you some things. It's not the falling of the temperature that's making all our bones run cold, it's the breeze you make, the presence felt when you're around me and it feels like I'm at an all-time low. Slightly bruised and broken from our head on collision. I've never seen this side of you, another tragic case of feeling bruised and broken.
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