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Can't text
Can't call
Don't write at all
Three text to me 
Is all I can see
Reminds me of you
And what has to be
I sit
I wonder
Horrible storm
With so much thunder
The rain 
The pain
Doesnt wash away 
Doesnt go away
I sit and stew
I dont know what to do
Things seem better
Away
from the weather
Away,
from my home
Away
where I roam
I'll stay
When things are quiet
Means they are good
Now things are quiet
I misunderstood
I miss you 
More than I show
More than you know
I miss you
Posted: 2013-01-11 04:49:53 UTC

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