I find myself late at night thinking about you...
Fallen asleep on the bus I dream about you...
During school I daydream about you...
In books things relate to you...
Things remind me of you...
Friends mention you...
Daydreaming...
Thinking...
About...
You...
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The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none.
Inverno houra Roselia
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And this, And this, And this, And it means Nothing.
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