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Apr 2016
Sometimes I feel as though I'm lost
and don't know what to do,
it is times like these where I sit and think of you.

Although I don't know who you are
I may have not even met you yet
but until we meet, I will not fret.

I'm waitingΒ Β for you to come to me,
open my eyes so I will see when you come through the door
or the day I meet you by the shore.
gray rain
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gray rain  21/F
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