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Apr 2014
My greatest fear is not of those who are living
there words
there stares
there actions
there thoughts
will never scare me as much as you
i don't know how your voice sounds
i don't know how your hand feels in mine
I don't know what you think of me
and that's the scariest of them all
will you want me when we meet again
I had to write this down.. i didn't plan it or anything it just kinda hit me. when I meet him up in heaven will he want me?
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