each touch will seem softer; each kiss sweeter
As if you won't take for granted
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Absence makes the heart grow fonder but
what if the heart is fond enough?
I find myself measuring out emotions
Maybe this is a habit of all anxious people
Something inside me breaks
Hungry heart, greedy heart, heart like a black hole
Heart always begging
What have I ever been besides a girl
living heart first, brain second
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