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May 2014
What if his hand I never hold?
What if them three words I'm never told?
What if he will never be mine?
What if I am wasting my time?
Maybe he sees someone as I see him
Through misinterpreted signals I swim
Further and further into this daze
His heart the treasure and his words a maze
So I run as quick as my tired legs will go
Oh how did I ever sink this low?
Meggghanq1
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Meggghanq1  Ireland
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   Zero Zaneh, r and Cynthia Thompson
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