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I keep checking my phone to see if I got a text message from you, only to remember that we don’t talk anymore. I can’t forget how your soft kisses felt, and now I find myself wondering if they ever meant anything to you. You’ve left so many parts of yourself with me, I can’t tell them apart from the parts of myself. I can’t help but miss you, you were my home. I can’t be away from you for too long before I begin to feel homesick. You told me that you couldn’t give me everything, and I didn’t understand why you thought I wanted everything from you. I never wanted anything but you, all of you, and you couldn’t even give me that.

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I’m sorry to call but I just needed to know; Darling, was I really that easy to let go?
I’m homesick for arms that don’t want to hold me.
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