I don't want to remember the days when we fought about me being reckless or even over the tiniest and stupidest things. I just want to remember the times we spent together and the time you told me your whole world revolved around me. I need your loving hands to come pick me up once more... To hold me, because my legs are too weak to stand on their own.
Owh yeah I forgot... No one cares. Especially you.
Don't mind me, teenage bitch with raging hormones coming through. Fuck pms.
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