An old poem. Reminder of how much I have grown.

Your skin on mine used to feel like a summer breeze

Laid up with this girl and I don’t wanna be

But I can’t evade the fact I need some company

I don’t know her name or what she wants from me

And here I am wondering how I let you run from me.

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