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Jul 2013
the way she looks at me i can tell that she truly loves me and i hope she know i love her to as she starts to walk away i can see the tires in her eyes about to fall i want to run to her but my legs wont move i wont to call out to her but i cant seem to speak as she gets on the train i can fill apart of my die she was and still is my world we've loved each other since we seen one another she looks back one last time to find me with my face in my knees crying out her name as the train pulls off i fall to the ground to find myself being held up buy the person i love the most she tells me that she will never leave me the way she did before this is her home this is were she belongs we stand there holding each other not saying a word the day that i met het was the day that my life changed she is now it women that i see when i wake up she is the one that i rush home to at night
this is a true story that happened to me
shyann raulerson
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