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Mar 2015
I want to take away your pain,
Let it go like the falling rain.
Let it wash away,
For tomorrow shall be a sunny day.
You’re my frozen lake,
You’re in my head every second I’m awake.
When I find myself standing alone,
Will you be on the other end of the phone?
No matter if I just want to talk,
Or hold a hand and walk?
Written by
BrooklynAnne  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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