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Friday, October 08, 2010

Overflowing

Each day, I become more used to having you around. Each day, I start to enjoy your presence. I become attached, almost as if you are the only of your kind, no one like you. I hold on tight, because I wont be able to find you if I lose you. Or if you leave, I wont be able to make you come back. I am not strong enough. I have not grown that much.
Although my heart looks full and over the edge of overflowing, in front of you it shrinks.

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