Times like this when the word love isn’t enough. I miss you is too cliche and I need you is no bluff. Like air to a lung, I need you to keep going. Like veins to my blood, I need you to keep flowing.Like an image to a mirror, I need you to keep showing. Like water to a flower, I need you to keep growing. I’ve been up all night just wondering how you do it. My mind’s a maze of worry and pain, but you always find your way through it. My body is concealed by four cold walls, a locked door, and barbed wire. And all I really want is your presence, your thoughts, your touch, and its fire.
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