Well, we've been building and waiting alone for some hint or suggestion. Of those better things, to come. Listen, what happens to those who won't, wait anymore? They run through the lines, picking up the flak as they come to their senses. Toward the water, or the sea. We can always, be the things that you wanted. I can't let it go, you know. May you always be, you will see. May you always feel; loved.
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Well, we've been building
and waiting alone for some hint or suggestion.
Of those better things,
to come.
Listen,
what happens to those who won't, wait anymore?
They run through the lines,
picking up the flak as they come to their senses.
Toward the water,
or the sea.
We can always,
be the things that you wanted.
I can't let it go, you know.
May you always be,
you will see.
May you always feel;
loved.
By me.
Even on your bad days...
BD: I'm lucky I fell in love with a very pretty girl
JT: I hate the world
awww B... why do you pull things out of context like that?
Thats a pretty poem. I don't see many poems, given up being the next Wordsworth?
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