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I see too much
You had me finally sleeping
Of you I started dreaming
they were made up images
My eyes haven't had the chance
To witness your vivid image.
What happen for me to ache so bad?
I don’t understand this.
How is it you I miss
You are no where
I cant be there
I've never held your hand
Your eyes I have not stared into
Though you are every where.
Without you I can not...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 5:58 am
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