17/8

Your t-shirt's lost its smell of you

I know the distance is a factor
but I stretch as often as I can
My goal is to reach your hands anyday now
Please don't blame me for trying
to fix this one last time
I have a hard time as it is

Don't act like you don't know me
It's still me, I never changed
I'll be here when you come back

I miss you


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