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I write for you because I can't kiss you. So I hope my words would.
You get a piece! You get a piece! Everyone gets a piece of my heart.
Take your time. Take what was mine. See if it fits.
Looking to give away all of it. Not of any use to me anymore.
“Continue to share your heart with people even if it’s broken.”
— Amy Poehler
You used your phone 9 hrs and 10 minutes more this week— Now how do I explain to my phone that I spend most of my screen time, staring blankly, waiting, hoping for a text from you.
You are my only heartache. I don't want anyone else.
Yes. Yes indeed.
Day 2710th of trying to be happy in your happiness
Day 2710 of failure