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Apr 2015
I'm like a small child
stretching my arms up
and begging to be loved.
                                                  I love you.
                                                  I miss you.
I'm still waiting for you
to show me the proof
behind your words.
                                                  I wish I could
                                                  be there with you.
Come, be with me then.
Why do I keep waking
up alone?
4.6.15
AmberLynne
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AmberLynne  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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