Who knew, it could feel this warm to be awake.
When I would yearn for hours of the day to fall into dreams that would take me far away.
Instead, now I await the hour in which I wake to hear your voice right by my face confirming they do come true.
thoughts of a sleepless mind.
Who knew, it could feel this warm to be awake.
When I would yearn for hours of the day to fall into dreams that would take me far away.
Instead, now I await the hour in which I wake to hear your voice right by my face confirming they do come true.
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