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Waiting on your call When I've asked day after day hour after hour for you to call for you to be there And yet all I know is that you and I are miles away and all we can do is text. and Snap and chat. What point is there to talking to feeling to being to loving when no matter how far I reach my hand you dash before me, my fingertips brushing your skin. But I can't lose it. loose you. So I wait.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
waiting
Waiting on your call When I've asked day after day hour after hour for you to call for you to be there And yet all I know is that you and I are miles away and all we can do is text. and Snap and chat. What point is there to talking to feeling to being to loving when no matter how far I reach my hand you dash before me, my fingertips brushing your skin. But I can't lose it. loose you. So I wait.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
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