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Longing.

You were there in my dreams, holding me

I woke up minutes later, not knowing if I should be happy or not

facing the reality of,

you being a hundred miles away from me,

nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be touched

o, heavens

will the day of being with him ever come?

will I ever get to see his beautiful facade up close?

will I ever get to know what it feels like to hold him?

 

The answer is No.

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Written by
irlomak
Published
Jul 8, 2018
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#dreams#feelings#thoughts#reality#him#you
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