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Jan 2018
I have waited for you.
I always wait.
When you are with me, I wait for you,
in my sleep, I am waiting,
and in my dreams, I wonder where you are.

I look at you and I ask myself:
where are you?

Patience is my only weapon.
Patience is the ***** in my glass,
which I always down 'til empty,
even though it burns and it cuts my breath.

And you know I am waiting for you.
And still, I wait.
Andra
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Andra  26/F/UK
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