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Oct 2013
I’m afraid
Mostly of memories and words that I desperately want to hear again
Of dreams which were made so real by subtle intonation and a few drinks
I want this so badly
But when has anything I’ve ever wanted turned out to be good for me?
So I wait
And I know that this isn’t meant to be
This can’t be
But I can’t help but wonder
What if.
Liz G
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