While working on my art project at school, I was becoming progressively depressed. No tangible reason why.
Waiting for my sis and mom to show up at the mall, I sang broadway lovesongs to myself. Still no reasons.
When I was on the phone with Barto, I remembered my first boyfriend. Knew why then.
Now, as I go to bed, I'm craving again. Affection's just a few more inches away from my grasp.
And this song playing at this time is perfect.
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