Confession: I miss you desperately.
Really, it's ever so sad.
It's been what, three days?
And already I'm going mad.
Confession: I want to talk to you.
I know that you say that I'm wrong.
I swear to you that it gets better every day..
but that's hard to remember all day long.
Confession: I want a best friend again..
You and her, it's all I've got.
A thousand words and it'll never make sense...
I miss you a lot.
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