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Oct 2011
I cried when your weren't watching;
Wishing you would be there
Holding my hand
And
Wishing you would
See Me,
Not who I may seem to be.
Wishing you would
Hear Me!
And for once,
Believe;
In Us,
In Me.
I wanted you to
Love Me, For Me.
Elizabeth Grace Potter
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