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I sit and think about all the things you've said to me, Sweet nothings, the time you asked me to go on a date with you I was almost but we stopped because you were too nervous. So cute, so sweet, so independent. Lately there hasn't been anything more though. You don't talk to me anymore. When you do its always, "Give me an hour." "I'll be there soon." "Some other time." No follow through though. I'm waiting. Always waiting. "Soon" is never going to come. I'll always be waiting on you won't I?
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
waiting
I sit and think about all the things you've said to me, Sweet nothings, the time you asked me to go on a date with you I was almost but we stopped because you were too nervous. So cute, so sweet, so independent. Lately there hasn't been anything more though. You don't talk to me anymore. When you do its always, "Give me an hour." "I'll be there soon." "Some other time." No follow through though. I'm waiting. Always waiting. "Soon" is never going to come. I'll always be waiting on you won't I?
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
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