It's late

It's late
I'm tired
you are not here
I'm sitting and thinking about you...
sitting being angry with you...
sitting and falling asleep...
you are not here
I don't even know if you will come
I'm tired
It's late

I just want to touch you
to hug you
to be close to you 
And I want you to touch me
to hug me
to be close to me
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