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Jan 2016
i walk down the street alone
through the crowd early in the morning
wishing you were beside me
so i could show you all the small things that make me happy
and i'd feel my heart is heavy like it's made of lead
because you're so near, yet so far
i can't get to you, i can't make you happy
you have to find happiness in yourself
then you will be able to love me back
to tell me that without hesitation
and we will be able to be happy together.
Please, be happy and content with yourself, Mr. Brightside. I love you.
Patricia Cikus
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Patricia Cikus
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