想摸摸你。
想你的味道。
想你抓痒时。
想你们打架。
想你跟着我。
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I cry driving home,
because I know I missed you been so long.
Birthday on 9th,
you came into my life on 9th.
How?
I know you wanted to follow me home so bad,
sorry I don't even understand that moment.
Too damn late.
.
/
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