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Your eyes are the world to me, and every time I look into them I wish that I could read them.
I wish I had the ability to tell what you are thinking.
Every-time I hold your hand, I feel that everything is going to be okay. Which is why I hold your hand, I know it doesn't change anything.
Whenever I am around you, I feel that I haven't entirely lost the person I used to be. That there is a way I can be the person I was.

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Ubaid said…
This is old...

lol after writing the comment I just read the title
Sunday, October 17, 2010 9:39:00 PM
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