Miss having you here.
Love the way the stars remind me of everything.
Love when you smell like stale cigarettes.
Love the way Iron and Wine sounds.
Wish Micheal Jackson could have lived long enough for me to see him perform.
Love the way the stars remind me of everything.
Love when you smell like stale cigarettes.
Love the way Iron and Wine sounds.
Wish Micheal Jackson could have lived long enough for me to see him perform.
Like driving when I'm a little bit stoned.
Wish we could be friends, even though I know we can't.
Want to forgive you.
Really don't want you to go so far away.
Love you as much as I ever have and I won't ever stop.
Am jealous of you.
Don't want to look, but I do anyway.
Don't want to ask, but I do anyway.
Don't want to know, but find out anyway.
Really, really love my life, and the art of being alive.
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