chapter 56 | mine
I love you but I don't know what to do
because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.
the nights are meant for saying things we will regret tomorrow morning
it's sad because you pick me up but I still feel like I'm falling
somehow I'm holding onto you but letting go all at the same time
I could cry for hours and still tell you I'm fine
but I'm running out of power,
and I want you to be mine.
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