The thoughts i keep locked up, are now shown in here...read if you want, or dont, doesnt bother me much
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The days. they drag on, like they will never end, Each day i wounder if i will see tomorrow, And as i live on each day, and sleep each night i wounder, and i think I think about tomorrow, no, i think about my far away future, The one i know that will never happen, I want to be with you, But fate has been cruel, and so we meet, but we are so close, but yet so far away.