Its something given, but its given bak..
so I guess, I gotta start out fresh,
from the beginning.
Its not what I wanted..
But its what that has happened.
Finding theres no way out..
Hoping one day I'll stand infront of you.
telling you, I miss you.. I love you..
but it wont be, for a while..
the wait is long,
and the heart is willing.
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