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Jun 2013
Ready to take my first steps,
To run away,
Run into your arms.

I was just about done,
Money saved up
ready to run, right to your arms.

You left.
No clue why.
You once said,
You were afraid of getting hurt,
Guess what,
I was too.
I wish you knew these things... I miss you dear.
Sunshine Girl
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