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Jun 2014
Why don't you see what I am really after?
Subtlety was never my strong suit.
I used to send nights writing unsigned letters, just to think of what I'd say to you.
You make my day, I swear it.
You say I won't know you at all.
But you don't know I camp on your lawn.
It's creepy.
You make my day.
You say I don't know you at all.
I think I've found a hole in your wall.
You're all I ever wanted.
You're all I ever wanted.
You're all I ever wanted.
Saije Cook
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