The big world

August 29, 2011
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Whenever it strikes,
The cold hearted fear,
I run over to her,
As I hold back the tears.

Sitting all alone,
Waiting for her to respond,
It seems to drift away,
What I thought a strong bond.

I love her more than ever,
She's the one who pushes me,
Out into the big world,
Where I will always be.

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