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I whisper sweet nothings to the wind hoping by chance you'd receive them.
I never hear anything back from you but the 'whrr' from the laptop and the sound of hearts shattering.
I seem to think of you more times than I should. I'd like to pretend that I don't, but I can't help it.
This always seems to happen, but I don't care because the times you do acknowledge my existence, I am happy. Temporarily, I feel like flying and it probably isn't worth it. You're like cocaine; a short high with a numerous amount of downsides. Yet I still pursue you, head in the clouds, heart filled with butterflies, in hopes you'll make me fly again.
I wonder if you ever think of me.
I never hear anything back from you but the 'whrr' from the laptop and the sound of hearts shattering.
I seem to think of you more times than I should. I'd like to pretend that I don't, but I can't help it.
This always seems to happen, but I don't care because the times you do acknowledge my existence, I am happy. Temporarily, I feel like flying and it probably isn't worth it. You're like cocaine; a short high with a numerous amount of downsides. Yet I still pursue you, head in the clouds, heart filled with butterflies, in hopes you'll make me fly again.
I wonder if you ever think of me.