I’m weak

I know I shouldn’t be writing this, I shouldn’t even be thinking about writing this. But I’m weak. And just for you to know it, last night I dreamed about you. And we were happy. I’m trying to let it go, listening to Sum 41 and no Jack Johnson AT ALL!, you know why… But I just can’t handle it. I just can’t. Every night, each passing hour, it’s all you.
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