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What else am I to do? So much to say, Not enough hours in the day. I need to know, Before you go. What do you want from me? The letter says that you see. I know words are better, But how do you say, In a nice way, I'm gonna walk, I'f you don't talk. When words are better? Easier for me, Easier to see, What it is i want, Without being nonshaulant. But the letter was the best way, Sorry, but the point I am trying to make, Is I want you to finally be awake, And know that you are wanted, So my mind is not being taunghted, By thoughts of you, While you are out of veiw. 'Cause your my beautiful beau. The letter is the truth, Cut and dry like vermoth. When you read, The letter. |
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