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Dec 2014
Debating to myself if I should call...
We spoke briefly, I was angry and walked away...
Now when I see you there is some type of yearning and I hate myself for it.
Why you? Why you, when I have someone...
This is far from love...not lust either...
You made something rise from me that I thought was gone...
That feeling I miss and if your the one to give it to me what am I supposed to do?
What is this?
Written by
gizella gram
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