Don't know where you are, and, of course, you haven't called. Sometimes I start to wonder if I even have you at all. You're probably out with your friends not even thinking about me, but, as usual, you'll call somewhere around three. I sit here in tears just wanting to hear your voice. You could see me if you wanted to, but that's your choice. You tell me you'll call back, but you never really do. When you're gone like this, I just hope you're being true.
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