| Wait I place myself in certain spots and Wait. It might happen it might not but I Wait. Standing there feeling so very isolated I Wait. Hoping maybe just dreaming, I Wait. The scenery is beautiful, my eyes wander as I Wait I look at you and I Wait I just stand there and Wait. I wait there till my feet become sore, but there I Wait A tear rolls down my cheek, I Wait I kill myself, there no longer is a Wait. |
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