The name is Love.



I miss someone to hug
I miss someone to talk to
I miss someone that loves me for who I am
I miss someone to fight with
I miss to watch a movie with someone


I Just miss someone, and I miss the feeling when your always happy
Im not speaking about a friend, I have many goods of them Im speaking about something else.



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