And to think about you becames a routine - the first thought when I wake up and the last one when I fall asleep was you. And every day without you was harder and sader till I began to forget you - I repressed my feelings I don't understood, every thought about you I tried to shoo away. But the wish lasts - the wish that you miss me like I miss you, that you think of me like I do, that I make you crazy the way you make me crazy - that you maybe, maybe one day will kiss my lips with your whole heart...
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