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Sep 2011
I wish I knew
What to do
As I sit at home
And think of you.

You say you love me
And that you care.
And that you wish
I was right there.

I don’t want to think
That this is a lie.
That your words to me
Are an empty sigh.

I still long
To hold you close.
And when I don’t,
I’m a dying rose.

I do not know
What you feel.
But even if yours are fake,
My feelings are real.

So when you tell me,
I trust it is true.
Don’t ever doubt
That I love you.
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