Those days when I wouldn't cry myself to sleep at night,
those days when I didn't wish I was dead,
those days where I was happy,
those days when I had you.
Every things different now,
every things changing,
everything isn't as important,
as those days when I had you.
I'm sick of the drama,
I miss those days.
I need you here.
Because Preston,
I do,
I miss you.
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