The show is over The night is over My bed is waiting And so is yours But still I wait Running my hands through your hair And letting myself feel this I tip my head back so the tears won't fall Take a deep breath Pretend I'm fine Wake you and send you off to bed You keep calling me back You don't want me to leave I have to leave In the end I always
Disclaimer: This needs to be seriously edited and cleaned up but I need to finally post the first draft at least, also I belive we agreed you'd be the editor, so get to work biotch
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So we talked online. He told me that I had the same match percentage as his wife, and let me pick his brain on open relationships, I assured him I was in a weird situation relationship wise and wasn't going to judge
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