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Apr 2013
i do.
i miss you in the rain,
when it's cold and dreary.
i miss you in the holes
and speedbumps of depression
or bipolar--whatever they diagnosed me.
i miss you every day, and
i wish i could say
'i do.'
Written by
Megan  America
(America)   
551
   Jay and Josh
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