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Sep 2014
I'm sick of the unknown
I'm dying from this occasional tension
It doesn't even feel like we're close
And all I manage to feel is apprehension
I'm expecting the worst
And praying for the best
But as I've learned in the past
Not all prayers are answered
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Written by
Emily  Austin
(Austin)   
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