Notes on the Heart-shaped Letter

Your hugs are drugs
And I’m an addict
Your laughs are remedy
without it, I am sick
I was hollow
Never believed in tomorrow
Until you knocked on my door
And tomorrow with you
Is all I look forward to
I miss the moments when our eyes caught each other
And made the time felt forever

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