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Jul 2013
Anticipation,
It's always worse at night
Everything is raw then. 
Analysis of a maybe,
of a someday 

When it happens,
I'm not going to speak, 
The relief that I know I'll feel. 
Because we both know, 
I'll ruin it. 

When it happens, 
I'm not going to think, 
About what I'm doing. 
Because we both know,
I'll ***** it all up. 

When it happens, 
I'm going to let go,
Fall 
ever so slightly 
because we both know,
It's the only way to go.
Autumn Shayse
Written by
Autumn Shayse  England
(England)   
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