1am, alone in my bed, thinking about you. the lights are too bright, no music, still there you are. we are crossing lines, left and right, and i feel so young and silly cause i just want to hold your hand. we creep towards closeness and it feels good. i give myself full license to think about you and it's the perfect combination. i think that we may never even kiss again, but just get closer and closer to the moment.
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