The feeling isn't the same. We're rushing, we're suffocating, we're restless. There're times like this when we just need a little breather from the hectic lives we're being forced to indulge in.
We say goodbye every Sunday, I watch you pack your bag and leave. While we both know exactly how each other's feeling inside..
I miss, the times when we could spend all of our days together. When you'd insist we head out for supper and a long walk back just to cheer me up.
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