Well you done done me,
And you bet I felt it.
I tried to chill,
but you're so hot that I melted.
I fell right through the cracks,
and I'm trying to get back.
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I miss you so bad,
it's gross.
Why are all summers the indication of separation?
Or distance.
I want to bring in some meaning to this one, eventhough it may not last.
8 more days.
Fast forward this week please.
B.
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