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Jul 2013
I sit here oh so tired, waiting for you,
When will you come? Will I see your face?
I know you will come, but what if you don't? what will I do?
Will you impress me with your stunning grace?

I've been sitting here too too long.
Did you have something come up at home?
I hope soon enough you'll come along.
Maybe I should just continue to roam.

Deep inside I thought you might not come.
I knew it was just too good to be true.
How could I be oh so so dumb!
Since you didn't show up, I know how you must feel. Just know, I hate you too.
Bryce K
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