There is a cold inside of me that cannot be warmed.
Bottled up, I stand against my own storm.
Waiting for you.
I'm always waiting.
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I can completely understand and relate to you. A never ending wait that never seems to bring happiness but more troublesome thoughts. Thank you for sharing.
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