The Girl With A Brown Bag

I want you so bad, I can’t afford to think about you I dream of you too deep, I can’t afford to sleep. All these hurt so much, I can’t afford to feel You kill me in the liveliest way I’ve known. Sometimes I wonder, […]

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I miss you, a little more than I should I miss us, or the idea of what could be I miss it, that moment in the rain I miss them, those pretty lips locked with mine I miss it, the feeling of your hands on […]

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