135 it's just another thought of you and i

here i am again, sleepless. is it night or is it morning? their fingers are intertwined again and i can never tell them apart when time becomes just another thing to keep my mind off of you.

so here i am again, craving and creating my very own heartache, but don't worry about me. i'll always think of you and i'll always wonder but i can never know. i guess some things you just have to accept

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