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JunkBox Oct 2014
I search for you every night
praying god finally hears me
Each time I think I have met you
I get burned to death in response
I keep feeling you near thinking we will meet
but yet again I'm deceived by my silence
Maybe we will never meet and I might die alone
just know  I will keep trying to find you

— The End —