Do you ever want to pick up the phone and hear my voice?
Are all these sleepless nights of heartache on my own? Will I always be Eponine in Les Miserables? The one who gets the best song but the girl who dies alone?
I try being hard. Being angry. I just want you to hold me. And to hold you back. I'm so sorry for everything.
Simply put, I love you.
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