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Yearning

I yearn for something

I can not yet touch or see

I yearn for something

That does not belong to me

 

I yearn for it like rain

On a hot summer day

I yearn for it like children

Who wish their father could stay

 

I yearn to be the future me

Who has everything I want

I so desperately yearn to be

Everything I am not

◄ Forgetting You

Only Beginning ►

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