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| 11:33pm 23/01/2008 |
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Dear you,
I don't know why, but for some reason I still find myself thinking of you. You're in my dreams, my hopes, my thoughts...and it drives me insane. I love you. But why? After all these years...after all the pain...
I've never even met you in person, for crying out loud. You're just a face with a voice attatched to it. A sweet, caring voice that always spilled out words that never failed to make me smile. Still to this day you give me butterflies. Why can't he do that?
Why can't I let you go? |
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