The more I try to be with him, I start to miss him and him too. Both who happen to be residing in the same city. I wonder if they'll run into each other at church. The more I try to make things work with him, the more I realize that there is him and him that have been trying to work with me, patiently waiting. Why do I like being treated like shit? Man, but the love is so nice. When were together, its like perfection at its very finest. Then...
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