

your arms were like blanketsi wonder what i have to do or say for you to notice me; for you to realize that i'm still alive and breathing. whenever you're around this nervous heart of mine starts beating and beating and it's the little things like these that are starting to convince me that i'm coming to the conclusion that i've been running from and dreading all this time. i want to say that the truth is that you're really nothing special even though you're my world and all this wishful thinking that haunts me isn't just my false hopes but with every dream i have, you're standing in front of me, and i'm reaching reaching reaching out but you still just don't see.  your arms were like blankets
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