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It's hard to find imposing words to define a simple thing. A gap in my heart, left when you left, remains, and keeps reminding how nice it was to have you here. Holding my hand as I stepped, as a child to the world of thoughts and books and things of value to be kept. Woman I've become, and so Man you must be; making the world your own. While I by myself, must take it for myself before you will return. And so I have a gap here now until we've made our way. Til we've run the race so we can place as King and Queen of the World.
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
It's hard to find
It's hard to find imposing words to define a simple thing. A gap in my heart, left when you left, remains, and keeps reminding how nice it was to have you here. Holding my hand as I stepped, as a child to the world of thoughts and books and things of value to be kept. Woman I've become, and so Man you must be; making the world your own. While I by myself, must take it for myself before you will return. And so I have a gap here now until we've made our way. Til we've run the race so we can place as King and Queen of the World.
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Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
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