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Holmes fucking Chapel
If I could feel your touch one more time. Your lips on mine. I want to hear your words, and melt from it. Because nothing feels right when I'm not with you. Sick of this dress and high heels too. Taking them on because I feel a fool, try to dress up when I'm missing you. I will step out of my lingerie. In bed I lay, with nothing but your T-Shirt on.
The T-Shirt you gave me, the one I will never loose, because you're my first and last love. Please, stop the tape, and rewind...
We are young, no one can tell us we're wrong.