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Apr 2014
I still freeze
when I hear
your name.

Nothing haunts me more
than the what-ifs
that churn around in my mind
caused by you.

Your azure eyes
that burned me
everyday in choir
have branded
permanent marks
in my mind.

Now, each day,
I must look into the mirror
and face the fact that
although I can see you,
you will never be a part of my life.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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