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Apr 2012
It makes me sick, to even think
Of a world with out you,
But I must move on,
And you have to stay strong,
Because even now,
Writing this,
I can't see with all these tear drops,
Flooding my eye's
And I do love you,
But theres too much to sacrafice,
With an ocean between us,
Still, I'm making myself sick,
Thinking about everything,
Because I truly do want this to work out,
But your so far away,
I can't sacrafice everything I wanted to,
Even if the prize is you,
So here I stand when I say,
Can we just be friends,
Starting today...
I'm making myself sick over you, I need to know, you'll move on too. 4/21/12
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  25/F/New Jersey
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