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Perspective: Who The Fuck Is Calling?

Please don't tell me to text you. You don't text back love. I thought I could need you and live with it. But you like the feeling of being important more than you want to be it really. Important people keep their circle tight, links locked into the grips of one another. You don't hold on long enough to make love real. With you, it's half of a plan partly thought out and mostly erased, hard to plan a life with an MIA, wondering how to send a love over to someone misplaced. Very incognito and I don't know your number really, not enough moments in learning your details and finding your name, is it really you? Don't act like you want me to text you. Go on and be missed.


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