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Aug 2015
Wish I could reach the stars
Take one and give it to him
But I'm not on top of the roof
Wish I could talk about everything
But I'm nervous
I'm afraid
So, I stay silent
I can't even reach for his hand
I wonder what's on his mind
He takes my hand
And I'm just staring into space
Wondering why
Rebeca Ana Olvera
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Rebeca Ana Olvera
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