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18 May, 2011

When would you come?

You told me that you'd walk 500 miles to find me, and that you'd walk them again if I had any problem, to sit down and wait in front of my door. You told me that you'd be in my bed at the morning, that you'd love to be the one. You told me that I hadn't had to be scared about anything because you'd be there anytime and anywhere. But now I'm scared, I can't see you and you aren't waiting at my door....
When would you come?

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