A Mirror Without
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Hindsight
Come hold my hand and whisper in my ear that everything will be okay again...
Even though I know it's probably too late to admit it, I know how perfectly you fit with me.
I want you.
I miss you, more than I thought possible.
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