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call it love, call it hate



i'm 16 without a date



i never been kissed, not properly held



though i've entered love, it has yet to weld



i've had a lot of time to day dream, i'm assuming too much



because i can feel his lips upon mine, although we've never touched



i wonder if he sees me, or feels anything bottomless, and true



but it all is clammed and smoggy, the connections seem few



when i stare at the stars, breathing the night in



i question how i'll survive, anther second without him



when i look in the mirror, immersed in deep waters of blue,



i'll shed another tear, all my time spent, just thinking of you