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Tirelessly waiting for you to come home; My darling, here I am once again checking my watch to see what time it is and the **** has yet to turn. I promised you that I would wait for you no matter how long you decided to roam, but here I am another night waiting and that promise doesn't seem too feasible at the moment. I can not make you love me, I can not make you love me. Just as I am telling myself this is the last night waiting, the **** turns; in you walk like all of those months never happened.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
Fate
Tirelessly waiting for you to come home; My darling, here I am once again checking my watch to see what time it is and the **** has yet to turn. I promised you that I would wait for you no matter how long you decided to roam, but here I am another night waiting and that promise doesn't seem too feasible at the moment. I can not make you love me, I can not make you love me. Just as I am telling myself this is the last night waiting, the **** turns; in you walk like all of those months never happened.
jazmine-moore
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
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