Something I really felt…

Slumber gives up on me, because my mind refuses to shut down; I don’t want to stop thinking about you, this new guy in town. Who are you to so charm me? It’s like I’m trapped in this web, from which I just can’t get myself free. Please tell me there’s an us somewhere tomorrow, and that our paths will intertwine, whether it be by accident or fate, whatever, your life and mine.


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