Imagine;
You're laying in bed, listening to a slowed and reverb version of Like I want you by Giveon, as you listen to the song, your heart is filled with dread, each lyric stung you, each line and stanza had so many meaning sand memories, yet the tune of the melody was filled with blues, not like some kind of saddening blues, more of like a comforting blue. 382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUm43MZNXZa
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You lay there, contemplating about so many things and decisions that had lead you up here, you arch your neck and face to the side where your phone perched, you tap onto the screen to discover what time it was, 2:00 AM chimed and decorated onto your clock. No notifications, nothing. Not even an anticipating call from them, you missed those calls.382Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzcgHMDPWkW
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Those midnight calls, their voice, their laugh, their hysterical stories that would make you openly smile like an idiot at night, it's as if every part of you had been dying to hear that voice and everything, with each glance you made towards the phone, you knew it was too late, you clasp onto your phone, listening to the rest of the song, even when it's dangerous for a broken heart. You flip through some photos, waiting for some type of comforting call to come through.
Listen; there is no good reason, not to chase the ones who make you feel something.
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