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Aug 2015
Time to leave. Promise
you'll hold on to my love please.
I wore your favorite dress
my hair is a mess. My hands
are on the door **** and i
really don't want to turn it to
the right. But if I leave it closed
tonight i'll head back to the
ocean and swim to you. Kicking
with all my might the waters
that try to drag me down and
hit my body on the ocean's
rocks and stones. But nothing
will hurt me deep down to the
bone. Because the only true
pain that i'll ever experience is
the one where we part miles
away. And i'm left spending
my nights alone crying and
missing you. Waiting for dawn
so we log online and talk some
more. And of course thanks
to the different zones we
won't be able to call or
use our phones* ~
Carolin
Written by
Carolin  Egypt
(Egypt)   
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