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Feb 2017
I have been sitting,
Waiting,
Hoping,
Praying,
That you’d come back to me.
You’d see that what you left behind is someone who was special.
Is special.
But I continue to pray,
Hope,
Wish,
And sit
Until you come back home.
Where you belong.
Ashlea
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Ashlea
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