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Nov 2014
Times are hard,
Yet that is when I love you the most.
Everything is harder when you're gone
Or when you pretend you are.
I just want to be yours.
When you hold me in your arms,
When you kiss my forehead,
When you slide your hand through my hair.
Believe me
If you don't believe in yourself;

I belong with you.
*I often wonder if
You also belong with me.
Aggie W
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