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i sit here waiting,
fighting this battle alone.
wishing you were here
to hold me
and tell me its ok.
don't let me slip
from your hands grasp,
if i fall again,
i wont get back up.
too many times,
too many scars,
too many hopeless wishes.
so i just sit here waiting
for you to end this
war





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